It Worked

Lois Lane opened her eyes. She felt...normal. Brought a hand up onto the body that had been hers, and it looked like her hand. Pale skin, well-trimmed nails, the little scar from when she had fallen off her bike at the age of twelve. The reporter looked down at herself, and saw...herself. It was just like her old body, the body lying in bed next to her.

Except, of course, for one bit.

The crimson cock and balls of Blaze looked huge on Lois Lane's shorter form. The pale skin faded into the scarlet shaft very naturally, but the cock and balls themselves were very unnatural. A demonic dick on the reporter's body.

"If you're thinking of making it smaller," Blaze said, in Lois Lane's voice, "don't you fucking dare."

Lois shook her head, feeling for the first time the absence of horns. Blaze shifted, disengaging, the half-swollen shaft sliding out of her slit—my pussy, Lois corrected herself—and turned over to face Lois. It was like looking in a mirror, except for their genitals.

"This is...freaky," Lois said, staring at her own violet eyes, seeing her own face reflected in them.

"Why?" Blaze said, trying on one of Lois Lane's smiles. "You're beautiful. We're beautiful."

"I'm just...I'm not sure about all this. It seems to crazy! I'm a dickgirl and you're...you're pregnant...I'm pregnant..."

Blaze moved forward on the bed, drawing the reporter's head into her arms, crushing Lois Lane's face against her breasts.

"It's a little weird, baby, I know it." Blaze said. "But there are advantages, I assure you. Think of the possibilities! You can go on and live your life...and I'll fulfill your every sexual fantasy and bear our child." Her breath dropped into a breathy whisper. "Haven't you ever wanted to see what you'd look like, big and pregnant? Taking a fat cock, getting absolutely railed, cunt dripping jizz? We can make that happen."

It seemed too good to be true. There had to be some catch, some scheme. Lois couldn't forget that Blaze was a demon from Hell, there had to be something in the works, some plot or scheme to get at Superman or rule the world or...something. Maybe the baby was an antichrist or she was going to wait until she was in labor and then switch back, forcing Lois to give birth...

"You need convincing, that's all." Blaze said, cupping one of Lois Lane's breasts. "Tell me what I can do to prove I want to be with you."