Call For Assistance

"Lois, could you please stop sucking that for a minute?" Superman said, a tone of agitation creeping into his voice.

"Mwah...uma...naagh..." Lois Lane gasped as her mouth gaped and tongue lapped at the precum drooling from the swollen head of the cock. She had, for propriety's sake, thrown a black silk robe over her naked body...but she was still pressing that body against the great swollen scarlet testicle that Blaze had become, and could barely keep her mouth off the free-flowing ooze that ran from the tip of the demonic dick like a stream of pitch.

It had taken all of her willpower to tear herself away long enough to call the Justice League.

Superman stood against the wall, unable to tear his eyes away from Lois Lane as she rubbed her body against the quivering mass. Around her, Zatanna, Doctor Fate, and Raven of the Titans chanted their spells and made their mystic gestures. In the kitchen with Wonder Woman and the Green Lanterns Jessica Cruz and John Stewart, Batman made coffee.

"Actually, I don't think she should stop," Zatanna said. "Right now, Lois Lane's oral skills seem to be the only thing keeping Blaze from regaining her normal form."

"I think I'd rather punch the demon in the face," Superman said, as Batman passed him a mug. While the Kryptonian might have been the strongest man in the world, he could not hide the sorrow in his heart at the way Lois fawned and rubbed herself against the obscene genitalia that Blaze had become. Powerless to stop her from behaving like a wanton whore in front of his friends and colleagues.

"Yes, but while Blaze is in this state, we can find her victims and get help," Wonder Woman reminded him. "The Flash and Martian Manhunter are already working to get them to safety, based on the mystics' cues."

Superman nodded gravely as he accepted a cup of coffee from Batman. The Dark Knight's expression was unreadable, but the Man of Steel knew his mind was already at work.

"What about Lois herself? Will we be able to get her back to normal, once this is over?" he said.

Raven, floating in cross-legged in mid-air, held her arms out in front of her, fingers drawn together in a triangle. The once-a-teen Titan had filled out since she had hit her twenties, the bust nearly as large as Wonder Woman's, toned thighs thick with muscle.

"She's been absorbing a great deal of Blaze's essence. We'll need to exorcize it from her. My concern is psychological trauma...what this is doing to her psyche." Raven said.

"Mwagh fine!" Lois mumbled, as she rubbed her pussy against a particularly large and warty vein on the giant teste that was Blaze. "Schugzt love schucking coaagh..."

The tower scarlet prick began to shake and tense. Black jizz, thick as molasses, began to bubble out of the urethra. With an impressive display of ability, the reporter opened her jaw wide and **** the whole of the rubbery glans in between her lips. The violet eyes rolled up in their sockets until only the whites showed, dribbles of drool falling out of either side of her mouth as she compulsively swallowed. Superman's eyes were like chips of blue ice as he watched, with his X-ray vision, the descent of all that Satanic seed into her stomach.

"I have some experience with people with...compulsive disorders," Batman said to Superman privately. "With Catwoman, I found that regular oral sex helped to control her kleptomania."

The Kryptonian turned to stare at the Caped Crusader.

"What are you saying?" He whispered.