Not Like This

"Not like this," Lois Lane said firmly. "I don't want to see...her. Not while we're fucking. I want to see what you really look like."

The smile on "Supergirl's" face faded. "No you don't. Nobody does. Look, I can be whatever you want me to be. You like tits? I can do tits like Power Girl..."

Flesh rippled and flowed. It wasn't like a balloon inflating...it was like watching puberty in time lapse. The small, barely-there chest filled out, the pale wobbling masses spreading, the areola spreading out until they would have covered the reporter's palms. In a moment, "Supergirl" had gone from A-cups to sizes most women needed major surgery for...except these hung delicately from the dickgirl's chest, all natural. They swayed gently as Angelica shook her shoulders, and Lois could see how they were attached to the breastbone, the little freckles here and there...no stretch marks.

"Or maybe you like cocks? Really big cocks? I can scrape your womb out if you want me to..."

Lois gasped as a sudden pressure and sense of tightness hit her pussy. She looked down and saw, and felt, as the rock-hard erection swelled inside of her. Spreading her cunt, inside and out...although the dickgirl didn't move her hips, Lois could feel the growing cock creep deeper inside her pussy, uncomfortably so. The pressure approached the point of pain as the cock grew to the thickness of her wrist, and Lois knew it must have doubled or tripled in volume.

"Stop it," Lois said, teeth clenched. "I'm serious. Show me what you really look like. No more lies."

The dickgirl paused. "You don't understand what you're asking."

"I want the truth," the reporter shot back.

"No you don't. You want the lie. The sexy, sexy lie. That's what everyone wants," Angelica said. "The truth is ugly. The truth doesn't have big soft tits or a big fat pussy-pleasing dick. People think the truth is supposed to be beautiful, but it's just the part of ourselves that we show to others to get them to fuck us, and..."

The dickgirl pouted.

"Show me," Lois said, gently but firmly. "What you really are. I won't be like the others. I won't run away."

"You won't want to fuck me," Blaze said.

"I promise," Lois said. "I will still fuck you. But I want the truth."

"Alright," Angelica said. "But I warned you."