Chapter 19 by Zeebop

Now What Indeed?

Call For Help

Lois Lane took a deep breath.

"We need to call for help."

"I don't think 9-1-1 is equipped for demon dicks," Lana Lang pointed out.

"I was thinking...the Justice League," Lois admitted.

The redhead made a face. "What, all of them?"

"Well, at least Zatanna. Maybe Doctor Fate."

"Is he actually a doctor?"

"He isn't even always a he. It's either Zatanna or John Constantine."

"Who the hell is John Constantine?" Lana Lang said.

The redhead was flustered. The creeping blue flesh was spreading slowly but steadily up her crotch, reaching outward like a kind of fractal maple leaf, the longest finger of azure flesh growing toward her navel. Lois Lane's crimson stain was spreading at the same rate, a bizarre mirror of her erstwhile lover's.

More than that, Lois could feel Lana's insides shift against her crimson cock. The ring of flesh that was clamped onto the base of the reporter's dick was still frustratingly, almost agonizingly tight, but deeper within, it felt like things were...moving. Not entirely unpleasantly, either, although Lois didn't want to think about that. Right now, she was too agitated by their situation to think about sex.

"Zatanna's...ex. Or something. He's a British occultist. Specializes in demons. The one that she talks about when she's had too much tequila and gets kind of bitter and maudlin." Lois shook her head at the memory. "Anyway, he's supposed to be an expert on demons and, er...sex magic."

Lana looked unhappy. "This is going to sound weird, but this feels like choosing the male gynecologist over the female one."

Lois nodded. "Yeah. Although if we don't come apart soon, I might need to invest in...what do men call their penis doctors?"

"Doctors," Lana said dryly. Despite the situation, the two women shared a chuckle at the inherent sexism of the universe. Yet their genitals remained stubbornly fused together, and both of them could feel and see the clock ticking, as the colored flesh spread.

"So...who do we call?" Lois asked.

Lana sighed. "I don't know. Just pick one. I...trust you."

The reporter stared at her phone. With a deep breath, she started to tap in a number.