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The reporter felt an ache in her pussy. She just wasn't in the mood for this girl-on-girl shit right now. Lesbionics would have to wait, it was time for Lana Lang to get a nice fat cock...

Quickly, Lois scrolled through the options. Within moments she was out of the available pussies and into the available pricks. A rainbow of different options overlaid themselves on Lana's pussy on the screen.

"What are you doing?" The red-head asked, obviously eager for more action. "God, I'm going to be so embarrassed if somebody sees me like this."

"Just one more," Lois promised.

Lois settled on a thick crimson cock with a pair of hairless dangling bitch-breeders underneath. On the phone's screen, it replaced the redhead's pussy entirely, and had about the same dimensions and color as a can of Coke, with a broad, stubby head. The reporter had always liked girth more than length on her men...

She clicked ACCEPT CHANGES.

There was a little flash. Lois moved the phone away...and standing there, tall and proud was the crimson cock.

Lois Lane felt her pulse quicken. It was impossible. It was magical. The cock was really there, just as it had been on the app. A shiver went through her, knowing that something terrible was afoot. Some science fiction invention or supernatural scheme.

"What...what the fuck!" Lana said. "Where did my lady go?"

"Your lady?" Lois said, reaching over to grab the meaty prick. Her fingers couldn't quite reach around it, but the outside was so soft that her grip sank into it, and there was a hard core inside. The reporter could feel Lana's pulse in her hand.

"Oh fuck!" The redhead moaned. "Fuck shit god damn!"

"Feels good?" Lois said, panting a little as she slowly worked her hand up and down.

"Y-yes! Fuck, don't...fuck!" Lana was grasping the sink for support, thighs quivering, lost in the sensation of her new demonic dick.