"Whose Ass Is This, Sweetmeat?"

Lois Lane panted. She couldn't see the black latex that clung to her body shift, but she could feel it grow tighter about her. Only her mouth and ass were free—and the latter, though she could not see it, was a thick crimson donut of flesh, as bright red as the spiked cock that tugged at her sphincter with every stroke. Now the latex was thin enough that when Blaze slapped the reporter's buttocks, Lois could feel the sting of the blow.

"I asked you a question, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "This pretty pucker of yours—who does it belong to?"

The reporter moaned as the demonic dickgirl buried her prick roughly inside the reporter's guts. It should have left Lois Lane screaming in agony. But now the crimson corruption had spread through the reporter's lower digestional track. She couldn't see how her colon had grown longer and thicker, a tube of flesh more sensitive and yet stronger than her pussy. Inside her latex shell, the reporter quivered on the edge of ecstasy as her insides gripped that hot pole.

"Yours," Lois whispered, because she knew that was the answer Blaze wanted. "My ass is yours."

Blaze smiled. Her hands gripped the reporter's hips as the black latex thinned down into a skin-tight suit around the reporter's body. Her nipples were tiny black bulbs on shiny black breasts, her pussy was clearly outlined by the paper-thin latex. Even though Lois Lane was still effectively blinded by the half-mask that covered her eyes, She could feel it as her arms and legs could now move freely. More, she could feel those strong fingers press against the tight material. It was like being completely naked and completely dressed at the same time.

"That's right, sweetmeat. This ass is mine. And I want to show the world."

The dickgirl's hands slid down over the slick black thighs and grabbed behind the reporter's knees. With a sudden movement of effortless superhuman strength, Blaze stood up...and Lois gasped as she felt her whole body weight settle on the dickgirl's balls. The cock stretched her ass grotesquely, but Lois didn't care. She reached back with her latex-clad hands and closed them behind Blaze's neck.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass in public, sweetmeat?" Blaze said, as her guise shimmered back to a more human appearance.

"N-no," Lois swallowed, unable to suppress a shiver of excitement. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Then again, in her latex costume, no one would recognize her. It was the best of both worlds: public sex and perfect anonymity.

"Then let's go for a walk," the dickgirl said as she strode forward, the bathroom door opening as she approached. With each step, the cock moved a little inside the reporter's exposed and stuffed ass. Yet Blaze had much more planned for Lois Lane than simply showing her off.