Switched Bodies

Lois Lane blinked...and stared at herself. As though staring into a mirror, the reporter watched her own hands lift and squeeze her breasts.

"My," she heard her own voice say. "These may not be large, but they are quite sensitive. And I must say, you take good care of your body for a mortal..."

That wasn't right. A weird sensation extended from the reporter's crotch, she stared down her body.

Crimson breasts on a supple scarlet frame, ending with a great red erection.

I'm in Blaze's body! Lois realized. So that must mean she's in mind.

"Now then!" Blaze announced from the reporter's form. "Let us commence our fucking contest. As much as I enjoy this form, I am eager to get back to my own body so that I may fuck you as soon as possible."

"Oh really?" Lois rumbled, not recognizing the voice that purred from her throat. "We'll see about that!"

With surprising strength, the reporter stepped forward and pushed her body onto the bed. Blaze landed with a bounce, legs spread.

"Ow! Watch it, sweetmeat!" Blaze said. "Mortal bodies are delicate...easily damaged..."

The violet eyes grew wide as they stared at what had, until a moment ago, been her own erection. Then, it had seemed a perfectly respectable bitchbreaker. Now that she was on the receiving end, she swallowed in sudden nervousness.

"Gentle, pet," Lois Lane's own voice came back to her as she climbed on the bed, Blaze shying away backwards. "You don't...don't want to hurt yourself."

That suited the reporter just fine. She knew exactly how much punishment her body could handle—and all her weak spots. The demon might think she had the upper hand here...but Lois Lane had been fucking her own body since she hit puberty. A sultry smile, wicked and malicious, bent the demon's lips in unfamiliar ways.

On the bed, Blaze quivered in sudden fright, her pussy glistening. Like a virgin on prom night.

This wasn't even going to be a contest.