Transform Lois

Heat and pain shot through Lois, like heartburn only more intense. She clutched at her chest, and Blaze chuckled as she pulled her wet schlong out of the reporter's mouth.

"Once, long ago, there was a practice called sin-eating...and the sin-eater would consume the sins of the damned, purifying the dead to go into heaven, while striving to do good deeds in life to offset the sins they had taken on..."

A wicked smiled crossed the shemale's lips as she leaned back to watch.

Lois clutched her stomach. She could feel the thing moving...growing...inside of her, the pain and heat stretching up and down, climbing up her throat and coiling down inside her guts. The reporter had to clench her asshole, feeling a familiar liquid churning within.

"A cute trick, don't you think? But I've gone one better. I've found a way to make people eat some of my sins. That's what you swallowed, just now. A little piece of me, which is now becoming a piece of you. Sins of the flesh."

The heat roiled within Lois, her entire torso on fire...it was like the worst cramp in her entire life. She focused on her breathing...and the impossible sensation of the worm thing within her, that seemed to have grown until Lois could feel its sluggish movements almost from her colon to her throat.

Blaze dropped down, leaning over Lois, the shemale holding her flaccid cock so it didn't droop on the dirty floor of the bathroom.

"I have to admit, I'm curious to see its effects. My first few attempts didn't go so well..."

Lois crushed her fingernails into her palm, feeling the sudden sharp stab of pain. She felt blood beneath her nails, but it helped her focus, clenching against the slowly expanding burning tube that was crawling up her throat.

"Who...what...are you?"

The human form in front of her wavered and faded, revealing a shapely form in dark red skin. The limbs were more slender, rigidly muscled. Hands shrank into tapered, well-shaped claws. A pair of jutting horns graced her brow like a crown, the hair a tangled mass. Ribs shows beneath the pale torso, like a supermodel. The eyes became glowing, iris-less lights in dark pits. Only the face was the same...and the tits...and the great cock with its massive balls, unnaturally healthy, fat, and vibrant on that spare form.

"I am the Lady Blaze, Lois. Queen of Hell." A pale pink forked tongue slithered out between those lips as she leered down at the suffering reporter. "And you are now..."