End: Lois Wants To Be Superwoman

Lois moaned and winced as the hard gem squeezed into her asshole, where no toy had ever been. Blaze was going slow, but never relented, never pulled the strange, pulsating gem back...nor did she allow the reporter to retreat, to push away. An arm across the top of the woman's waist held her in place as sure as an iron bar, the gem going in a little further and further each moment, a micrometer at a time...

"Look at you drawing it in," Blaze marveled, causing Lois to flush with embarrassment. "You'd think this was your hundredth time, instead of your first. But you must focus dear, focus on who and what you want to be like..."

The reporter panted, all of her attention focused on her asshole, at the slow invasion that she couldn't seem to fight. Her butt felt weird. Not in pain, exactly, although she hissed and huffed, but just wrong, the hard length of the cock pressing gently forward, her asshole so used to things going out suddenly faced with this unexpected penetration.

I don't want to have a horse cock, Lois thought back to the faux-Vixen in her jungle set. I don't want to be any kind of weird animal or...or anything! I just want to be me! A regular woman!

Lois Lane closed her eyes as the gem bored deeper into her asshole, feeling the heat of it now, warm as a human body, but flaring gently, warmer then colder, warmer then colder, the warmest peak of the cycle being uncomfortably hot, but also causing her anal muscles to relax, facilitating the hard rod of crystal to slip deeper still.

In her mind's eye, Lois saw herself floating there. Nude. Perfect. Well, not quite perfect...like every woman, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had her share of personal insecurities about her body. Little scars and stretch marks from puberty, normally unseen. If those were gone...

Just like that, they were. Lois saw them fade from the image of herself in front of her, the familiar face smiling back. The reporter's breath caught in her throat, almost forgetting for a moment the hard rod threatening to split her ass open.

If I can really do whatever I want...

Hardly daring to breathe, Lois tried to imagine her breasts being...bigger. Her bust had always been the part that had most disappointed her during puberty, having remained pleasantly palmable B-cups all through college. Diet and exercise had kept her from putting on any fat that might have increased them either, though at certain points in her cycle when the bloating was bad she something had to move up a size...for a day or two.

In her mind's eye, the breasts began to swell. She imagined it like playing with the slider on an MMO, customizing your character. The shape remained the same, the perky half-teardrop, firm with only a hint of sag, but now as she mentally moved the cursor, the breasts began to expand. Lois could only guess at the cup size, and only had her other proportions to go by.

Smaller than my head, she knew was a firm limit. Nothing cartoonish. Just...generous. Power Girl generous.

What Lois ended with were heavy jutting bags, the size of small cantaloupes, slightly flattened against her ribs but still quite natural. The nipples were small, almost lost, and Lois changed that too, making them proportional, the areola a little bigger, a little puffier, but not too much. She didn't want torpedo tits. Lois pictured her other-self raising her arms and turning around, admiring the way you could just see the curves of her breasts from behind...

...and then the reporter saw her ass. It wasn't a bad butt, not by any stretch, but it was small and muscular, almost flat. No amount of squats had ever given the reporter a badonkadonk.

As long as I'm at it...

With the thought came action, the mental image of the butt filling out, round and jutting, with a slight hang that would only be emphasized in a miniskirt or tight shorts. Lois could almost feel it happening, though she knew that was the gem being pushed even deeper inside her colon, at least four inches in as far as she could judge.

Her other self twirled, and Lois thought about other tweaks. The hips flaring a little wider, thighs a little thicker, to better balance the new butt. There was something of an exaggerated hourglass to her shape, but it still looked possible...a knockout, but one that you could get with the right genetics, daily trips to the gym...maybe a little plumpness to the lips, just enough to make them full and kissable.

The reporter admired her handwork, the other self that she had fashioned behind her eyes. Then she felt the hard base of the gem touch her ass cheeks, the tips of Blaze's fingertips sharp as a cat's claws. The gem itself was achingly hot now, her ass threatening to melt, just south of the cusp of pain, but she could feel the whole length of it buried inside of her.

"Is that who you want to be?" Blaze asked, and Lois quivered as the words echoed in her head, suddenly sure that the demon was seeing just what the reporter did in her mind.

Lois Lane was tempted...seriously tempted...but then she thought of the other women, the one working as prostitutes. The women working their souls off, super-whores...

Superwhore. Lois blinked, suddenly struck by an inspiration.

Her mental image of herself shimmered, and was no longer nude. Lois stared at her perfected self in its blue and red costume, like Supergirl's, but tighter; the s-shield across the chest a round open window like that of Power Girl's...but somehow the reporter knew this was more than just a cosmetic change. The figure in her mind's eye was a Kryptonian powerhouse, the equal to Superman...strong and fast and invulnerable....

...and for just one moment, Lois wished to be her with all her heart.

The gem inside of her ass blazed red hot, like a fire running through her rectum. Lois Lane heard her shirt stretch and tear as her breasts expanded, felt her senses sharpen 'til she could hear the slightest rustle of the silken sheets, the sudden beating of the demon's heart as she realized something was wrong. The tensing of Blaze's fingers as she tried to withdraw the gem.

Too late. Lois thought, smiling to herself. Superhuman anal muscles clenched, holding the phallic gemstone inside of her.

"Let go, Blaze," the new Kryptonian said, power surging through her. "Or I'll crush it with my ass."

"You wouldn't!" the demon hissed.

Lois turned, easily wrenching the gemstone from the demon's grip. Almost without a thought, the reporter found herself floating off the bed, out of the demon's reach. The naked crimson figure snarled. Lois felt her eyes grow hot...

"Who the fuck do you think you are, whore?" Blaze growled.

Lois Lane cracked her knuckles. Without the gem in hand, Blaze looked smaller, weaker. The reporter had an inkling that the item was either the source of her powers or contained quite a bit of it. Power that now flowed through Lois Lane.

"Call me...Superwoman."

Blaze launched herself in the air, claws extended. With barely a thought, Lois rushed to meet her, fist forward, aimed at the demon's face.

The punch sent the crimson demon through the bed, which cracked in half, and buried her a meter deep in the concrete beneath. The impact shook the building like an earthquake, dust falling from the ceiling. Superwoman followed it up by dropping down on the demon, planting her foot right above her hips. Black ichor spat out of Blaze's mouth, less mentionable liquids squirting from between her legs.

"D-damn you Superwhore..." Blaze coughed, splattering more ichor on herself. "...I will return...for what is mine..."

Lois lifted her foot, as she might to stamp out a cockroach, but before she could bring it down there was a burst of smoke and flame. Lois smelled brimstone and vinegar, and when the foul fog had cleared the demon was gone.

The reporter twitched her ass, feeling the powerful gem still lodged in her rectum. Stared down at her new body...a body that could, she imagined, stand a proper Kryptonian cunt-pounding. The world had a new hero now...and evildoers everywhere would learn to fear the wrath of Lois Lane, Superwoman!