Nowhere

I'm not going anywhere without answers.

The venom surged through Lois' veins, stronger than adrenaline. She was tired of being on the receiving end—it was time to take control.

With a speed and boldness that surprised the barmaid, the reporter leaned forward and grabbed Maria by the cunt, her hand slapped hard against the woman's bare pussy under her skirt. Three fingers slipped inside, and Lois watched her gasp in shock at the sudden intrusion.

Then Lois stood up. Her venom-swollen muscles bulged in her arms and legs as she lifted the woman up one-handed. All of the woman's weight focused on her vagina, the only thing holding her up, and Lois' fingers sunk in deep, until her knuckles were digging in to Maria's taint.

"What happened to the girls, Maria?" Lois asked. "The ones who disappeared?"

Lois dodged the awkward punch that the barmaid tossed at her. She pinned Maria against the stall with her left hand, and extracted her right hand from the woman's vagina...just far enough to make a fist. Then she left the barmaid go again, her full wait fell on her genitals once again, and this time it was Lois' balled fist that began to slip inside. Maria half screamed, began to flail—so Lois held her against the wall of the stall with her left arm, and then her right began a slow uppercut. Maria began to tear up as they both felt the reporter's dainty fist begin to inexorably spread those lips...

"The lab!" she hissed. "They're in the lab! Downstairs!"

Lois didn't stop. The girl was already spread around half her fist at this point.

"Aauugh," Maria moaned. "It...it's an experiment. I don't know the details. The...the cocktails are ****, and when the girls get drunk we take them into the back. That's all I know, I swear!"

"You're lying," Lois said, though she didn't know if that was the truth. The whole situation was heady, she had never had this sense of power...well, almost never. Except when she had actual powers. Somewhere in the back of her brain, Lois knew it must be the venom that was doing this, overriding her prohibitions...she and Maria both felt the fist slink a little deeper, four knuckles enveloped in the girl's love tunnel now.

"The...the experiment..." Maria said, her hands grasped numbly at Lois to steady herself, take some of the weight off. "The...the girls...transform." She moaned, and Lois almost moaned with her. The final knuckle slipped in, and Lois felt her hand sink in, until the warm wet flaps of the barmaid's labia seemed to hang around her wrist.

"Take me there, Maria," Lois said. "Now."