Cat Grant Gets Younger

Cat Grant lay sprawled on the floor, rubbing her forehead...and that's what caught Lois Lane's attention. The little lines on the older woman's forehead slowly fading away. The ones at the corners of her eyes and mouth, the nasolabial lines...it was as if the skin were filling in, the features softening.

At the same time, the blonde's clothing was getting loose. Her motherly curves seemed to shrink, even her breasts lost definition as the tight shirt began to sag. Lois Lane blinked, her cock twitching. It had only taken a moment or two, but when Cat Grant looked up at her, she suddenly looked like a young woman wearing her mother's clothes. The reporter put her apparent age at 18 or 19.

"What...what happened?" Cat said. One bloody hand went to her midsection. "Oh!"

"Something wrong?" Lois said.

"Just a cramp. Like...like when I had my period. Except I haven't had those since I gave birth to Adam, I..." Cat stopped and looked at her hands. The cut she had made was gone, the dried blood flaking off. There were less lines on those palms now, the veins buried deeper. Smooth, elegant, young hands.

"I think your wish was granted," Lois said, fishing a compact out of her jacket pocket and offering it to Grant.

The blonde stared at her younger face with shock...disbelief...

"I'm young again!" she said. "Young and fertile, like before...before the operation. Before my pregnancy."

"Your cancer might be back too," Lois observed. "You'd best get that checked out right away."

The blonde wasn't listening. Her eyes focused now on the reporter's hard erection.

"First things first..." Cat muttered...and Lois was not prepared with the sudden violence with which the blonde leaped onto her dick, mouth engulfing the reporter's hardon with desperate need.

Lois Lane fell onto her ass as the blonde's head bobbed up and down between her legs...and neither she nor Cat thought to look at what Rat was doing.