Epilogue: Coming Together

"The app is gone," Lois Lane held up her phone. Lana Lang sighed and popped the cork on the bottle of wine.

They had agreed to meet in Lois Lane's apartment because...because the reporter had offered and Lana had accepted. After coming apart last night, both women had felt they needed a bit of space. It was awkward enough showing up to work together—Lana to borrow some of Lois' clothes, and they hoped none of the office gossips had put two and two together.

After all, it wasn't as though they were lesbians.

But Lois had cornered Lana in the breakroom over lunch. There were loose ends that they needed to talk about concerning the night before. The redhead had agreed, munching her salad. So they had agreed to meet. It wasn't like a date.

Lana poured the wine into Lois' best glasses—gold-rimmed crystal from her parent's wedding, decades ago. Lois held her brimming glass up in a wordless toast, and they clinked glasses, sipped.

"So," the raven-haired reporter said after a while. "We have four missing women. A demonic genital-swapping app that has mysteriously disappeared. And these panties are literally killing me, I don't know how men do it."

Lois had opted to wear a skirt over leggings today, and Lana watched with absorbing interest as she rubbed her thigh...until she realized it wasn't actually her thigh she was rubbing.

"Are you hard again?" The redhead didn't sputter.

"Yeah. It's that shirt...which you have completely ruined, by the way. I didn't realize how much bigger your bust was than mine." Lois admitted.

Lana blushed. It might only be a couple cup sizes, but she had loosened a few buttons on the work-shirt she had borrowed this morning, and it was only now she realized how much cleavage she was revealing.

"Sorry. I'll get this back to you after I've washed it," Lana smiled.

"You can keep it," Lois waved away the comment, and took another sip of wine. "This is really distracting though. We need to plan. We need to...go back."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lana set down her empty glass as she talked and reached for the bottle. Lois shook her head, and put her own glass down next to the redhead's, who topped them both up.

"No, but it has to be something about that place...we need to find out what's going on if we ever hope of getting back to normal."

Lois Lane wasn't just rubbing her cock, Lana could see that much. "Look, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just whip it out. Maybe the air will do some good."

The reporter shot Lana a look—but then stood up out of the chair and reached under the skirt, pulling down the leggings. The familiar red sight of her demonic dong sprung into view, released at last from its fabric prison.

"Lois Lane, you do know how to make a woman feel...appreciated," Lana leaned over and flicked the head, getting a drop of pre-cum on her nail for her trouble. Instinctively, she brought it to her lips and licked it off.

"This is serious, Lana," Lois said, putting her hand on her hips, hard prick lifting her skirt and pointed right at the redhead. "It's so hard to think when I'm like this and you're so...so...damn sexy!"

Lana Lang flushed, right across her cheeks. "It's been...difficult for me too." She took a deep breath. "I think we should clear our heads."

The red cock bobbed. Lana stood up and began to unbutton the pants she had borrowed from Lois. For the first time, the reporter noticed that the crotch was soaked through, forming a distinct camel toe.

"So...bed?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Lois," Lana said, sliding the pants down over her hips. "Come to bed."