Her Baby Sister

Lois Lane stared as her sister Lucy stepped out of the crowd. They had the same bone structure, though Lucy was blonde where Lois was dark. She stepped out of the crowd wearing a little black dress with fuck-me-pumps, her lips red and ravenous, arms spread wide for a hug...

Beware, beware oh mammoth slut!

Thine sibling this be not!

A shapeshifter you must now rut!

Fuck hard her lying twat!

Etrigan's word's echoed in her head, and Lois Lane believed them. there was no way her sister could be here, in a place like this. It had to be a demonic deception. Had to be.

But that didn't make what she was about to do any easier.

"Hey sis!" The Lucy-demon said. "Some show you put on there. Isn't this place wild? We've got to catch up..."

Lois Lane gathered the front of that little black dress in one hand and yanked hard, feeling a surge of demonic strength in her muscles. The black cloth tore, revealing the pale young woman standing there with breasts and cunt exposed, no underwear...and the reporter wasted no time, shoving the demon with her sister's face against a nearby table, the legs spread, the tiny pink cunt right there before her.

Closing her eyes to the flash of fear in Lucy's eyes, Lois drove her cock home.

It was too big for Lucy's body. Lois knew that. The demonic dick had taken on impossible proportions, as though her forearm had been cut off and grafted onto her crotch. when the swollen head **** its way past the pink lips, it slid into the young woman's body until it should have torn straight through her womb.

But all the young woman did was laugh.

"How long have you wanted this?" Lucy said, face twisted into a parody of itself, mouth stretched too far. "How many nights have you imagined what your sister looked like, what her pussy would taste like..."

Lois Lane started thrusting, pumping in and out of the demon, seeing the abdomen heave with every thrust as the shapeshifter's insides squirmed to accommodate the demonic dick. One of the reporter's hands went to her false-sister's breasts and squeezed, flesh running through her hand like a balloon full of Playdoh.

"Oh yes!" Not-Lucy said in her sister's voice. "Give it to me hard, onee-chan! Give me a baby!"

The dickgirl reporter pounded and pounded, already on the verge of cumming, but the demonic deception had left her in a place of cold fury. She was angry, too angry to spill her seed in this bitch. Instead, she was determined to pound her into submission.

And as the table-shuddering fuck went on, Lois could see that it was working. The body began to lose form, arms and legs looking less defined, like skin sagging off a skeleton. The flesh ran through the reporter's fingers, making it hard to even find anything to hold onto. Within minutes, Lois was reduced to gathering what she could in her hands and squeezing it together, like a deflating rubber sex doll, squeezing the demon around her cock like a living onahole with her sister's face.

Lois knew she couldn't last forever like this. But then she felt the slippery thing in her grasp shudder, the weird feeling of something pressing into her urethra and traveling down the length of her inhuman prick, and knew she wouldn't have to.

The worst part was, right until the end, it looked just like Lucy. Her face, however grotesquely distorted, getting sucked into the tip of the massive cock. The mouth opened as if trying to say something, but no words came out. Then it was gone, just a few strands of blonde hair hanging out of the tip of the reporter's cock-hole, and then even that was gone.

Lois placed a hand on her abdomen. She felt a physical pain inside of her now. Her demonic prostate or seminal vesicle or whatever had swollen inside her so that it felt like a bowling ball between her hips.

"Okay," the reporter said, more for her own benefit than anyone else's. "I can do this."

No-one stopped her as she descended the final set of stairs. This is where she would find Blaze...and hopefully put an end to all of this.