Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Well? Does she?

Lois Is Horrified By What She Sees

As if waking from a nightmare, Lois Lane awoke—and yet the nightmare was just beginning. In the mirror, the reporter saw a grotesque parody of herself. Heavy, fat tits swung freely; crimson hands clutched at wide, meaty hips, crimson lips kissed a short, broad neck. Yet it was the face that caught Lois—her own face, painted like a whore, the violet eyes half-lidded, plump lips open in a wanton moan.

Except there was no sound. It was as though Lois had been struck dumb. She couldn't heart the sound of her own breathing, the beating of her own heart, the ruse of blood in her veins...but she could feel. Feel each thrust as the savage cock split her pussy. The claws that groped at her breasts. Desperately, Lois tried to fight back...and found, to her horror, that she had no control of her body. She couldn't even look away as her other self grinned, feeling her own facial muscles pulled into a terrible leer.

"You see, Lois?" A voice, that of a woman, the accent strange, whispered in the reporter's ear...and in the mirror, Lois saw the crimson lips whisper into her other-self's ear. "All this time, you thought you were the real one. But you are simply her reflection—the skinny, prudish, what-might-have-been. It was never your life—it is hers. And now—"

The other-Lois on the other side of the mirror's lips moved. Lois could feel her own mouth and throat move in response. Heard, suddenly, her own voice loud and clear.

"Let's change position—I want to see it when you spunk my fucking cunt!"