Once The Mated Parasite Is Inserted...

Cat Grant blinked.

"What?"

"Your memories and hers need to match," Blaze said. "Otherwise things might...not click. But once the mated parasite is in your brain, the two of you will be synchronized...and hers will respond to yours. The dominatrix when you want to be punished, your own personal whore when you want to punish her. She'll be yours forever."

"Forever..." Cat whispered.

She looked at the table. The massive fake titties that rose and fell, like something out of a porn film...though even most porn stars weren't as big as Lois was now, the great spherical masses the size of grapefruits, the areola stretched out to the size of saucers, the tiny stiff nipples like eraser nubs. The reporter could hid the tattoos and piercings, but she would go into the office and everyone would see the "work" she got done...and Lois wouldn't give a damn as they started to whisper behind her back...

The dreamy smile faded from Cat's face. A troubling thought occurred.

"You said...when you put the parasite in her brain...all of her previous emotional connections were cauterized. Would that apply to me? Would I still care about my...son Adam?"

Blaze slid behind Cat Grant. Her hands grasped the woman by the shoulders...the muscles tense, the woman's whole body stiff with tension, torn between her desires and her maternal instinct. Which was bad for business.

"Do you care about him now?" Blaze whispered. "Did you care about him when you had that little drinking problem, and would put him to bed early so mommy could go out to the bar and drag back someone to fuck her? How many times did you barely shoo them out of your apartment before he woke up the next day? Or stumbled, drunk and hungover, to get him to the bus for school? He knows what you are, Cat. He knows mommy has her needs...and when this is over, he'll have a brand new step-mommy to share the burden of parenting."

The crimson thumbs kneaded the flesh. Cat Grant seemed to wither beneath the **** of her massage, and her words. Guilt wracked her. After all her alcoholism, the divorce...maybe having someone else around, another parent, would be good for Adam after all...and she'd be better once she got laid regularly, wouldn't she? After all, there was no need to drink if she had a sex goddess to spank and be spanked...

The demon's thumbs moved up to the back of Cat Grant's neck.

"Are you ready?" She whispered.