To Meet Ares

The stood...and Harmonia helped Lois Lane up, the reporter wobbling on her bare feet for a moment like a newborn foal. Her new height made her dizzy...and her center of gravity had shifted. She blinked slowly in the steam of the sauna, breathing in and out, flexing her muscles and watching them bunch...

So...ripped, Lois thought, and then her hands came up to her chest. It was like a dream from puberty...to finally have tits. Her fingers sank into the soft, pale flesh of her new breasts, gasping aloud as an electric thrill rippled down her spine, sent her pussy to burning worse than before.

Harmonia grinned, guiding the reporter out of the sauna...and the reporter shivered in the comparatively cool air, her body beaded with sweat. Now that she was out of the sauna, she could feel the heat radiating through her body, like a fever.

At the end of the corridor was an elevator.

"My father is jealous of his essence," Harmonia said, almost to herself. Their bare feet padded on the cement floor, sending off soft echoes in this empty corridor of the building. "It took considerable effort to convince him of this plan...but his losses to that ungrateful wretch Wonder Woman finally opened his ears to what I was saying. In love, as in war, you need to fight fire with fire...and to defeat the Amazons, he needs Amazons of his own."

"The...missing women," Lois rumbled, surprised to find her voice a little deeper than before.

"Yes. Our first recruits. Your new sisters. You'll meet them—you will lead them! You already don't know your own strength, but you will. All you need is to partake more of Ares' essence...and you will be the perfect Amazon, more than a match for the Bitch-Princess of Themyscira."

There was anger and hurt in Harmonia's voice when she spoke of Wonder Woman, Lois Lane thought, as the elevator descended. The reporter frowned, her thoughts oddly clouded. The warm touch of Harmonia was so welcome, and Lois couldn't help but steal glances at the woman's breasts, imagining the milky feast within...licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together.

The reporter felt like she was on autopilot as the door opened...and she stepped forth in something that looked like a ruin of ancient Greece, fluted columns lining a great hall...in the central space, a masculine figure in armor moved, sword slashing through the motions of some combat exercise. Lois admired the sheer perfection of the movements, the strength and precision of each stroke...ending in the sword, a leaf-bladed thing of ancient design, sliding back into the sheath at his waist.

He turned to face them...and Lois saw that the dark helmet shadowed his face...the broad chest barely contained by the cuirass...blue metal greaves, bare thighs as thick as small tree trunks...and what she thought at first was a skirt of leather strips, descending from a heavy belt.

Except that the central "strip," which she thought was longer than the others was not leather...and behind it were a pair of hairless testes. The reporter gasped as she realized the god's limp cock hung nearly to his knees.

"Come," the voice echoed oddly from the helmet, and Lois heard it inside her head a moment before the sound hit her ears. "Receive my seed...and become my champion."