The Sword of Eros

"Prepare? Prepare for what? Diana, you obviously know something. What is it? What's coming?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid it's you. You're coming."

"What! That doesn't make any..."

Lois fell to the floor, panting. Sweat covered, and dripped from, her body. On her hands and knees she suddenly felt the strangest feeling she had felt yet today, and today had been a day for strange feelings. It didn't hurt exactly, but she felt a cramping in her crotch and a numbness in her lower abdomen. Before she had time to process what Wonder Woman had said or what was happening to her, all the doors and windows slammed shut and a loudspeaker she couldn't see any sign of began blaring.

"Contagion detected. Quarantine procedures in effect. No one is allowed in or out of the effected area until decontamination is confirmed. Repeat..."

The odd sensation had ceased, but Lois was still too weak to stand. Looking up at Wonder Woman she searched her face pleadingly for any sign of what was happening. Diana turned to those few Amazons who were now trapped with them.

"Sisters, I am sorry you must be kept here with us. This should not have been your concern. But do not blame Lois Lane for what must now befall. She knew not what this treatment could do, but I should have. I did not question her thoroughly enough and I now face the consequence. Something we vowed would never enter Themyscira has found us at last. Yet fear not, I shall set this aright."

Lois finally found the strength to speak.

"Diana, what's going on? Those things you said? What did you mean?"

"Lois, stand and look at yourself in the mirror. You and I have unwittingly brought contamination here. Because of the mixture of the pink mist from the bottle, the energy of the purple ray, the female chromosomes native to your body, and the male chromosomes in the not insignificant amount of semen freshly drunk and so thus intact inside of you, you have become the bearer of the Sword of Eros. Look and see!"

Taking her hand and helping her to stand Wonder Woman led Lois to the mirror next to the metal table. Still a bit woozy, Lois found herself acutely aware of the smoothness of Diana's skin, and her intoxicating aroma. The cramping in her crotch was giving way to more of a tightness, but she couldn't exactly feel anything. She assumed the numbness was a result of the failed treatment. The mirror was mounted to the wall at waist height. Looking at herself she saw nothing but her own familiar if exhausted face and sweaty but still firm and ample breasts.

"I don't understand. Diana, what are you trying to show me."

Making sure Lois was steady on her feet Diana took the mirror down off the wall and angled it downward.

"I know you will be alarmed, but do not panic. We don't have the time."

"Panic at what?

The mirror moved down her body. Lois had always taken care of herself and was proud of her body. But as she looked at it now she started to realize in a way she never had before how attractive it was. Why? Why was she thinking like that? She had no time to ponder it, because it was then that the mirror achieved its desired slant. Staring back at her from where her pussy ought to have, and up to that point always had, been was a semi erect penis.

"At that, Lois. At the sword of Eros. If we would undo this curse we are compelled to act quickly."

"What do we do?"