Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Who else is there?

Jimmy Olsen. With His Camera. In The Bathroom.

There was the snap of the shutter. The flash. Lois Lane and Lana Lang, locked together on the bathroom floor, looked over...and there he was. Bow tie immaculate, tweed jacket and pinstripe pants so shockingly old-fashioned they were almost hip, bright orange hair brushed back. The Daily Planet's favorite photographer aimed through the lens and the shutter snapped again.

"James Olsen!" Lois said. "I'm going to make you eat that film!"

He lowered the camera, just for a moment, to flash Lois a white-toothed leer...and then he shifted position, and dropped down into a crouch so that he could catch a shot of Lana Lang's ass, and the way the crimson cock split the blue labia.

"Now, don't be like that, Miss Lane," Jimmy said. "These are great shots! Not Mablethorpe, but I've seen worse..."

Lana thrust her hand to cover Lois' mouth. The redhead's hips couldn't stop, and Jimmy shifted the shutter speed to try and catch the action as Lana's ass bounced up and down on the demonic dick.

"Jimmy," Lana said. "We need help. Something's happened to us...is happening to us. These demonic genitalia are controlling up somehow, and it's spreading. We need you to go get help."

The photographer lowered his camera for a moment. Lana leaned back and indicated the spreading color that tinted their skin.

"See?" she said.

JImmy did see. The blue of Lana Lang's new flesh was slightly translucent, like a dark, thick gelatin, and he could see the dark torpedo of Lois Lane's new cock through the flesh.

"Well...okay," he said as he dug out his smartphone. "But I'm keeping the film!"