Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How does Lois answer?

Lois Offers To Give Circe A Full-Body Titjob

Which is how Circe ended up naked atop a table she had conjured onto the burning sands. The reporter felt the heat of the sun beat down on her bronzed, tattooed skin as she poured olive oil from an urn into her palms, and began to rub them on her sensitive, pierced tits.

More than ever, Lois felt like a freak. Someone she wouldn't recognize in the mirror. Circe's magic had made changes that were more than skin-deep...each of her eight pierced nipples was super sensitive, each small breast swayed with each step. There were no bras for this kind of anatomy, and Lois felt naked and exposed.

Yet Circe's eyes grew wide as she lay there. The sorceress almost quivered with expectation, nipples hard, nostrils flaring, the small lavender-haired bush between her legs wet with anticipation. Lois Lane did her best to keep a smile on her face as she climbed onto the sturdy table. On all fours above Circe, the rings of her topmost tits—the pair that Circe had stretched out with the weights—just touched the sorceress' own modest peaks.

The reporter dipped her body. Eight soft tits, smeared with oil, and each metal rings pressed against the sorceress' flesh. Like a cat rubbing itself against a post, the reporter **** herself to frot against the body of the woman beneath her, as the sun burned her back a deeper shade of bronze.

Circe's gaze was unreadable. Lois could feel the smile on her own face slip. She felt too awkward to be sexy, yet there was a **** need to satisfy Circe. To do something so that she could escape from this hell with at least some scrap of her dignity and original body intact.

"That feels good, my dear," Circe whispered. "But do you know what would be better?"

The sorceress' eyes blazed with green fire.