Lois Needs To Know

"Mrrghh!" Lois Lane moaned through her gag—but from the flash of her violet eyes and stern expression, there was no doubt as to what her decision was. Curiosity and determination were the reporter's two overriding traits, more powerful than her common sense or instinct for self-preservation. Even stuffed full of cum until her belly bulged and plugged at both ends, the near-naked reporter was determined to find what she came for—regardless of the consequences.

Blaze only laughed. She slapped one of the reporter's bare buttocks, hard enough to leave a pink imprint on the pale cheeks.

"Oh, I like your fire, Lois Lane! Come then—follow me down into darkness. And perhaps by the end of the night you'll do more than look pregnant!"

Lois resisted the urge to hit the dickgirl...and with a snap of her fingers, the clothes on Angelica Blaze's body shifted, suddenly fluid, and rearranged themselves. The reporter watched in worried fascination as now the tall, dark-haired dickgirl was dressed in a pair of black snakeskin cowboy boots, furry black chaps that left her cock and balls hanging out, a black snakeskin belt with a large silver buckle in the shape of a pentacle, and a black furry vest that barely covered her slim chest...and a black Stetson.

"That's better. Now come along."

She turned...and Lois flushed as she saw they were assless chaps, the dickgirl's buttocks on full display, even the little pucker between them...and she clacked on her heels toward the back of the bathroom. There was a door there, which Lois had not noticed before...and that alone was enough to rouse the reporter's suspicions. It wasn't a detail she was likely to miss.

The door opened as they approached, to reveal a steep flight of stairs, and Lois followed that bare ass down. Every step made the reporter's distended, overstuffed belly jiggle, and more than once Lois wished she could unload her noxious cargo one way or another...but if she threw up, the gag would ensure she would **** on her own vomit, and the plug in her ass was so tight, Lois didn't think she could **** it out from muscle control alone.

At least, the reporter thought to herself. She can't fuck my pussy without taking away these panties.

It was a dim hope. The reporter had already determined that Blaze was a metahuman, a dastardly villain, and would attempt to fuck her at some point...but Lois would deal with that when it came to it.

They reached a landing. There was another door there, but it was dark as the bottom of a well. Lois sensed, more than saw, the dickgirl turn...and then she opened the door, and heat and light washed over Lois Lane, so bright she was momentarily blinded.

"Welcome, Lois..."