End: Your Firstborn Child

The reporter hesitated as the payment option came up. She wordlessly passed the phone to Lana. The redhead frowned.

"What does that even mean?"

"DMN app. Demon," Lois said. She poked a finger at her crimson dick, the hard flesh not giving at all. "My guess is we wandered into some sort of demonic trap."

"Demons are real?" Lana said. The reporter winced, sure that the big blue pussy had suddenly grown tighter. "I mean, I know the Bible says...and the church...I just never thought..."

"Superman's fought a few. I try not to think of the theological implications of an actual hell either," Lois admitted. "But this is the kind of Rumplestiltskin shit that demons like to pull. So the question is...do we press the button, or...what?"

Lana Lang bit her lip. The reporter could almost see the moral struggle taking place inside the Kansas woman's heart.

"You came in me," Lana said quietly. "I could already be pregnant."

"Conception usually takes a few hours at least. Plenty of time for Plan B—no, don't give me that look, it's not abortion—and that's only if you didn't want to carry the pregnancy to term. So I'm not saying...my point is you're not pregnant yet. And if you weren't we could...I mean we could still do it. Condoms...oral sex...anal sex..."

"I want kids someday," Lana said. "I'd rather not sell my potential offspring to fucking Satan, thank you very much."

Lois sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Me either. And for what it's worth, the idea of knocking you up is super hot."

Lana blushed, but didn't say anything. She was tapping away at the app, reading through user agreements. There was a noise as the door to the restroom opened, and Lois slid her hands beneath the redhead's ass and, with difficulty, stood up, carrying them both conjoined at the crotch into one of the stalls. Puffing and struggling, Lana closed the door behind them, and then Lois collapsed on the toilet, Lana seated on top of her.

"There has to be a way," Lana said.

"Just...thinking out loud here," Lois said, staring at where the red cock was lodged firmly into the blue pussy. "But if we agreed with it, we could call Zatanna or one of the other magic-types and see if we can find a way to outwit the DMN app. Maybe...I dunno, get the kid baptized the moment they're out of the womb or something."

Lana looked up. "You have Zatanna's number?"

Lois blinked. "Yeah, I..." The reporter smacked herself in the head. "Yeah, I do. Why didn't I think of that?"

"I think your third leg there is using up a lot of blood that normally goes to your brain," the redhead said dryly. "Look, I know it's embarrassing as hell, but let's be adults about this and call in the professionals."

Which is what they did. A five-minute phone call led to the "pop" of displaced air, and a soft knock at the door to the stall. Lois leaned forward and Lana leaned back to undo the catch, and Zatanna Zatara stood there, in her full stage outfit, tophat and tails, long legs in fishnets and high heels. She raised one eyebrow in a Vulcan salute, gestured theatrically, and then wiggled her nose and said:

".tnuc dna kcoc etarapeS"

With a sudden wet schluuck, Lana Lang rose into the air. Black jism dripped from her gaping blue pussy, while the crimson rod beneath her immediately collapsed against the reporter's stomach, slowly deflating. Lana braced herself against the walls of the stall and gently inched her way back down.

"Thank's Z," Lois managed, suddenly dizzy as blood rushed back into her body.

"Don't thank me yet. Let me see that phone."

Lana handed it over. The witch held it at arms length and stared at it critically, as though looking at something beyond and beneath the screen. Her lips moved silently, as if practicing an incantation, and then she said, in a forceful voice:

".live lepsiD"

There was a crack as of thunder. A black lightning bolt burst from the back of the phone. It struck and passed through Lois and Lana in an instant, so that the two lovers were joined for a moment by that bridge of dark power, every muscle in their sex-tired bodies contracting at once...and then it was gone, and the two collapsed, Lana on her knees with her head sinking to Lois Lane's lap, face almost in the toilet. Lois herself sagged on the throne, totally spent.

Absently, Lana noted something pink and soft like a banana lay across her eyes. She blinked, and with an effort moved her head...and it flopped down, a perfectly normal, albeit large human cock emerging from Lois Lane's crotch, where her pussy should have been.

Shifting her head over to rest against her lover's knee, Lana stared between her own legs. Her pussy was still massive...protuberant and fat, sticking out as though she had used a vaginal pump like those women on the internet...but it was also a normal human skin color, with her familiar red pubic hair above, and the cum leaking out of it was a milky white.

"So...good news," Zatanna said. "I've removed the DMN app from the phone and removed the demonic taint from your bodies."

Lois roused herself enough to lift her head. "And the bad news?"

"There are some...lingering effects of the transformation." Zatanna said. "Too early to say yet if they're going to be permanent, but you both might be stuck with a massive vagina and huge cock for a while."

Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's most well-hung reporter, laid a hand on Lana Lang's head. "I think we can handle that...together. Don't you think so, Smallville?"

The redhead nuzzled her cheek against Lois Lane's knee. The cock flopped down across her face, and Lana gave it a brief kiss.

"Yeah. I think we can live with that."

So they did.