Blaze Is Confused

"Uh...I am Blaze, queen of hell, daughter of the wizard Shazam..." The demon looked into those violet eyes, which fixed her with a challenging stare.

"What do you know about the women who have gone missing?" The shortstack reporter said.

"Don't you have...any other concerns?" Blaze said. "I mean, your tits are as big as your head. You're a freak!"

Lois Lane reached up, over her head, and grabbed one of the demon's nipples. She pinched and twisted.

"Ow!"

Blaze reached for her wounded tit. Lois was already moving. Short and stacked she might be, but she was also still a general's daughter. Her leg slipped back and caught Blaze's ankle, her body twisted, using her sheer mass against the dickgirl demon's taller center of gravity...and caught a glimpse at those pure white eyes going wide as the world suddenly went wrong, and the mighty devil ended up landing on her ass.

Lois Lane stood over the fallen demon. Black jizz still dripped out of the short woman's pussy, onto Blaze's abs.

The reporter sat down heavily, putting all of her weight onto the demon's diaphragm. Breath pushed out of the scarlet succubus, and then Lois was kneeling over her, shoving her massive mammaries in the demon's face. Her small but strong hands grabbed onto the dark horns.

"This is an interview, Blaze. We can do this nice, or we can play rough. Up to you. Now, what do you know about the women who have gone missing?"

Once again, that stare burned into the demon's eyes. Though she had stared down lords of hell, demigods, and Kryptonians without flinching, something about the reporter's sheer will...and the weight of those tits, pressing now against Blaze's chin...seemed to draw the fight out of the demon.

Blaze blinked.

"They came down here, like you. They looked into the mirror...and became the shape of their desires. Although most of them wished to be tall, thin...one Hispanic woman wished to be Caucasian, one Asian woman wanted to be a plastic whore...and they left, utterly changed, ruined..."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't keep track of them?"

Blaze blinked again.

"No. Why would I? My joy came in corrupting them, in seeing the light die in their eyes as they realized what sexual horrors had turned them into nothing more than fucktoys..."

"They were all women in college," Lois said, unable to prevent sarcasm from entering her voice. "And you gave them sexy bodies worthy of goddesses. Intelligent and now inhumanly beautiful women, right?"

"Er...when you put it like that..."

The reporter shook her head. "I'm going to need a physical description of each one. Probably they're well on their way to being supermodels or Hollywood starlets."

The demon swallowed.

"What about you?" Blaze asked. "Are you...not tortured by your form? Your whole life, rewritten so that no one sees you as anything more than a slut to be fucked, a pair of tits that can be seen before she rounds the corner?"