Her Pussy Changes

It started as an itch, deep down inside where she couldn't scratch it. Lois reached down between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips through her pants. It felt good, rubbing herself that way, but it wasn't scratching the itch....and the itch was spreading.

Lois had known a lot of metahumans. Interviewed them. Some had described the change when it happened—when whatever had happened to them had happened. Chemicals, radiation, alien science...for some of them, it took days. Others, moments. Now, Lois could feel her heart thunder inside her chest and she knew...something was happening to her.

"That's right, baby." The black woman with the horse cock said. "It takes at least a few minutes to get started...it's like a virus, movin' through your system, changing your DNA..."

There was a heat building inside Lois. She felt sick, feverish...but it was concentrated in her gut, the itch transformed into a burning sensation. The reporter held her stomach with one hand and she could feel the heat, radiating out with each pulse...but one hand never stopped rubbing at her crotch.

Inside, she could feel things...move. It was hard to explain. It was like an upset stomach, when Lois hadn't eaten for too many days. Stomach rumbling, hissing, gurgling; pulsing at odd times. Except this was worse.

Lois wanted to vomit. Her guts seemed to be coiling and uncoiling, and there was a terrible pressure in her diaphragm, a too-full feeling in her stomach, and it was all she could do to avoid upchucking the massive load of semen she had just ingested. But she held on, pulse pounding in her head, trying to keep it together, because the burning within was spreading...

Her cunt was on fire. The whole length of it seemed agonizingly sensitive, heat radiating out through her crotch. Her hand was balled into a fist now, just grinding against her pussy through her pants, **** for some kind of relief...and then something punched Lois in the gut.

The first cramp folded Lois in two and took the reporter to the floor. She could taste bile in her mouth, but the movement within seemed to be slowing down, and the heat was centered around her belly button. Lois clamped her legs around her hand, using the pain as a distraction. Her pussy...

Lois' fist made a squelching sound as it pressed against her pants, which felt too tight now, digging in against her pudenda. Parts of Lois were aching, like during a period pain, and little cramps were coming and fading, but...something else was going on. There was a restlessness building inside of her. The fire was shifting, moving, radiating out from behind her belly button, down to the entrance to her vagina, and all along the way the muscles began to feel...eager. Ready. Like the moment before a race.

It was the Vixen who first began fumbling with the waist of Lois' pants.

"Honey, you smell...good..." The black woman's voice was dazed, and Lois looked up to see that the dark eyes, slit like a cat's, were dilated wide.

It took both of them to get the reporter's pant's off. Small, painful cramps still struck Lois regularly, and Vixen's erection had returned with a vengeance, the big black animalistic prick sticking out awkwardly. Eventually, Lois managed to pull the waistband down around the top of her thighs, and the Vixen took to pulling them off of her...issuing a small cry of triumph when the tight-fitting garment was finally peeled off the reporter's thin, muscular legs.

A mingled sense of trepidation and excitement accompanied the moment that the reporter, now sitting on the floor, spread her legs to examine the changes.

The labia was dark and puffy, a brown that was almost black, most pronounced at the lips themselves. Lois stared down in terrible shock at how big her pussy looked. It was hairless now, just a leathery slit that seemed to push her thighs apart...and when she spread open the outer lips, the inner flesh was a bright, lurid pink. A raw, rank musk emanated from it, one that Lois knew well—it was her own—but concentrated a thousand times, like a month's worth of unwashed panties left to ferment.

"It looks like a horse pussy," Lois croaked...and then she looked at the faux-Vixen, who was lost in a kind of rapture...eyes glazed, cock drooling...Lois could see the immense prick throb gently, and it was pointed right at her...and some thick liquid began to flow from the reporter's changed pussy then, clear and sticky as honey...

"What am I going to do?" Lois whispered to herself.