Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Blaze Mean?

She Likes It Here

Lois nudged Blaze so that she could lay on the bed next to her, cock still plugging the cunt. It was still so weird to be fucking her own body...

"What do you mean?" The reporter asked.

"I like this body," Blaze says, picking up her lover's arm and draping it around here. "And I like the way you fuck. Why don't we stay like this? I'll carry the baby, and you carry on fucking me."

The reporter's eyes widened. In any other situation, she knew this would be a ridiculous fantasy. Yet here she was, in the body of a demonic dickgirl, having just inseminated and probably impregnated her own body. Having someone else carry your baby was every woman's dream, and Lois had to admit that she really enjoyed having a cock and fucking with it. Still...

"How would that work? I mean, I have my job...which you can't do...and I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to live as a six-foot-tall red-skinned demonic shemale."

Blaze snuggled closer. "So change your shape."

Lois slid her hand over the breasts...what had been, and still were, her own breasts. Small, easy to fit in a palm. She wondered what they would look like, swollen up with milk.

"I can do that?" Lois asked.

"Certainly. While I'm not exactly powerless in your body, my native form is a shapeshifter. Just remember what it felt like to be yourself. You know your body, don't you? Every curve and scar. Focus on that..." Blaze's internal muscles squeezed. "...just keep the cock."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. Her hand gripped her lover's breast. She let it slide down to the flat stomach, the curve of a hip.

Mine, the reporter thought. This is my body. Just like this, just like...

There was a moment when Lois Lane's skin literally crawled. Bones shifted. Hair was drawn back into the scalp. The only thing that remained untouched was the cock, still embedded in Blaze's pussy, and the heavy scarlet balls that hung beneath them. Her hands roamed all over her old body, and trying to remember every detail, to hold it in her mind, to nudge her new form toward feeling like that.

When Lois Lane opened her eyes again, she felt...more like herself.