On The Floor, With Cum Dripping From Her Dick

Lois Lane woke up like a cat. There was no slow journey to consciousness, no muzzy intermediate state from dream to reality. She simply opened her eyes and was suddenly, almost painfully, present.

Made all the more strange because Lois woke up standing. Her muscles burned as from a hard work-out, especially her abs. Sweat dripped down the reporter's naked body. She looked down, and beneath her was the naked, musclebound form of Harmonia, face down. The great body of the goddess quivered, her white and black hair a mess, and there were red hand-marks on the upturned ass, and thick white jizz dripped from the bare vulva.

Which is when Lois Lane became aware of the ache in her dick.

She looked down her body and there, where her pussy should have been, was the largest set of cock and balls that Lois Lane had ever seen on a human being. Even limp, it hung down almost to her knees, and the swollen, spherical balls were the size of small oranges. The foreskin had down half-way over the ugly red tip, but Lois could clearly see the same white goo drip from her burning pisshole...and as if to confirm what had happened, there was a thin strand of baby batter that still attached the reporter's cockhead to Harmonia's cunt.

"No," Lois said, her voice hoarse. "It's impossible. I couldn't...I didn't...I don't..."

Her hand moved to her dick. Desperately, Lois hoped that it was some kind of ultra-realistic toy. Or an illusion. Maybe an hallucination, brought on by **** Harmonia had slipped her. All part of some terrible plan by Ares or something.

Except when she lifted the half-hard fucktool between her legs, she could feel the weight and heat of it. More importantly, she could feel her own fingers lift her cock. The reporter gave it an experimental tug, and her hips moved forward. Tendons, ligaments, blood vessels...it was a part of her.

Lois Lane had a cock now.

Harmonia lifted her upper body and turned her head. She stared at Lois with an eye like a yin-yang symbols, dark and white pupils rotated together.

"Thank you...for your firstborn...Lois," Harmonia smiled. "I will raise her to be as strong and willful as her sire. I hope she will have many sisters to train with..."

The reporter's brow furrowed. A denial was on her lips...when she heard the soft pad of feet. She turned...and saw four women, half-dressed in ancient Greek-style armor, step toward her.

Lois Lane recognized the missing women from their social media profiles. She knew their names, ages, majors at Metropolis University. Yet there was something different about them now. The intensity of their stare, fixed not on Lois, but on her cock. The way they slowly unbuckled their armor and let them drop to the ground. Clothes fell away too. Revealing hard bodies, bare breasts, shaved labia...and Lois knew she had a choice to make.