Lois Becomes Blaze

All of her life, Lois Lane had heard the phrase "you are what you eat."

Only now, she knew the truth of it. Because with each swallow of Blaze's essence, Lois Lane didn't just drain away some of the scarlet succubus' energy or power—she ingested part of the demon herself. Dark knowledge flooded the reporter's mind. Alien memories. Strange new senses awakened. Mortal and immortal spirits met and merged.

Even as the demon beneath her dried and withered into a crimson corpse, Lois Lane's pale flesh reddened and tightened. Pink horns slowly pushed out through the reporter's forehead. The slim frame of Lois Lane gained further muscle and definition, subtly swelled as her curves slightly exaggerated and filled out. The tongue that slurped at Blaze's cock grew long and slim, and finally split at the tip, to wrap around the vivid scarlet schlong which was now the only vital part of Blaze.

Until at last Lois Lane's mouth gaped inhumanly wide—her jaw unhinged to engulf the whole of the crimson cock and balls—shark-like sharp teeth bit into the dry flesh, which crumbled to dust as the corrupted reporter swallowed the last piece of the scarlet succubus, which wriggled and writhed as it slid down her esophagus. Lois Lane's neck distended grotesquely as she swallowed hard...and then uttered a sigh of relief.

The reporter opened her eyes—violet eyes, solid now, with no pupil or iris—as the last of Blaze was incorporated into her being. She could see now all the colors of the dark. Felt the warp and weft of Blaze's spells, that she had woven throughout the club, a spider-web of probability-manipulation that had drawn **** women into the demon's clutches. Those same victims, the very missing women that Lois had sought, toiled mindless and sullied in the background of the club, doing the drudge-work and awaiting the demon's casual lust.

The composite being licked her lips...and with a thought, her body shimmered. The demonic traits hidden now under a glamour. No more dried cum, or soaked and tattered clothes. The reporter effortlessly crawled up the rocky slope; she now knew exactly where she was, and was familiar with every nook and cranny of the tunnels beneath the club.

No longer simply Lois Lane. Blaze's intellect burned behind the eyes. Her power and confidence informed the casual grace of every movement. Subconscious desires adjusted her clothing to match. The white shirt shifted to reveal the hard-packed abs, and show off more of the modest cleavage; the large nipples clearly hard and apparent without a braw. The heels of her shoes grew taller, and Lois stood straighter, shoulders squared. A strange Mona Lisa smile graced the reporter's lips.

Lois Lane had become Blaze...and now the darkest parts of the reporter's character were amplified a thousandfold. Inhibitions vanished. Appetites increased...and now...

"Who am I?" her voice sounded strange to her, the words had a funny flavor, like a half-forgotten accent. "Lois...Blaze...Blois? Blazis...Blane...Laze...B. Lois B. Laze."

Satisfied, Lois B. Lane licked her lips. All those appetites...and now she had all the power she needed to feed them.