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Chapter 19 by Zeebop Zeebop

Does Lois Give Her More? Or Have Mercy?

Lois Gives Her All Of It

The reporter hardened her heart. She had seen the prostrate forms of the missing women in the milking chamber, reduced to little more than animals, balls chugging away as their sperm flowed to fuel her corrupt project. Blaze deserved no mercy, and would receive none from her.

So she tilted the Black Grail and let the satanic spunk within flow into the dickgirl's throat. Angelica Blaze opened her mouth wide, not even swallowing anymore, simply opening her gullet and letting the jizz flow in. Her eyes fixed on some vision that Lois could not see.

Before her eyes, the dickgirl's form began to soften. The flow of black seed slowed and Lois tilted the Grail higher, wondering if the endless stream was finally reaching some limit. Angelica's head seemed to shrink into her shoulders, the mouth agape. Flesh sagged against the reporter's arm, suddenly boneless and heavy.

The bones of the skull, once so well-defined, began to melt. The features softened, and Lois realized she could no longer see any teeth, the nose nearly shapeless, eyes lost in deep sockets of padded flesh, dark hair falling out strand by strand. Lois Lane had to sink down to her knees, holding the quivering, warm form in one arm as she upended the chalice in the other, letting the last few black drops fall into that gaping mouth—which finally closed, and was lost as though it had never been.

The fleshly lump that had been Angelica Blaze slid out of her arm, and Lois stared at the terrible and suggestive shape held within the fragments of a black dress. Setting the Black Grail down for a moment, the reporter reached over and ripped the pieces of cloth away to reveal what Blaze had become.

It was a giant pale cock, some three feet long, and a foot in diameter. Soft and slug-like, the head hidden by a great mound of foreskin; at its base were two vast and veiny testicles, each the size of a medicine ball. The cock quivered gently, covered in gooseflesh. The ropey blue vein that ran down the size was thick as Lois Lane's bicep, and she shuddered to see the end result of the terrible transformation.

"I always knew you were a dick," the reporter said aloud, feeling somewhat ridiculous, but needing to say something.

What Does Lois Do Now?

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