One Pill At A Time

The sixth pill crunched between her teeth. Lois Lane began to wonder if this **** really worked, or if it was just some strange game that Angelica was playing with her, to try and get her naked again. Not that the reporter minded; her body felt uncomfortably warm, and her eyes kept going back to the "demon's" nipples pressing through her shirt, the bulge of her cock in those tight pants.

"You don't look like a demon," Lois said as she sipped the soda.

"I didn't want to scare you," Blaze told her.

"Take off your clothes," the naked reporter said as she popped another pill. "I don't want to be the only one undressed."

The dickgirl stood up—and walked past Lois, to lock the door from the bar. A part of the reporter told her that this strange shemale, who she had just met tonight, was closing off her only way of escape—but a much more prominent part of her brain was watching that tight ass roll in those tight jeans. A little shiver ran down the reporter's spine, and naughty thoughts went through her head...a part of her just wanted to press her face between those cheeks.

I would suck a fart out of that ass, Lois thought—then felt her cheeks burn. Where did that come from?

She ate another pill. That was eight. The reporter knew it should worry her that she had taken so much of this ****, without even knowing the full effects.

"Why did you cut the other women off at two?"

Angelica came back. She was shedding clothes. Not like Lois had, folding each item and putting it into a neat little pile. The dickgirl simply stripped the clothes off and let them fall. Kicked off her shoes. Stopped only to shimmy out of those tight jeans, her hard cock springing free. A line of precum drizzled onto the floor, and the reporter immediately regretted the waste.

"How do you feel?" Blaze said, not answering the question.

Lois crunched on the ninth pill, swallowed a sip of the soda. Together, the combination was almost too-sweet. She wished for some water, just to keep her tongue from tasting like battery acid.

"Warm," the reporter said automatically. Yet it wasn't just a normal warmth. Lois looked around the darkened bar...and somehow the darkness seemed to have more depth and colors. As if she could see textures and shades of black that she hadn't realized were there. "Does this **** have...sensory effects?"

"What are you seeing?" Blaze said as she sat down next to Lois.

"The darkness has...colors? Like I should be seeing black, the absence of light, but instead there's like black-red, black-blue, black-green..." Lois let the description go as she took another pill between her teeth. She didn't have to even think about it now, it was almost automatic. A bad habit, the kind that led women to eat an entire bag of M&Ms at a setting.

"That's good. The perception effects are what hit first. Your eyes are dilating." Angelica licked her lips. She reached over to touch the reporter's left nipple with the tip of her index finger—and Lois gasped as she automatically got hard, the nipple almost aching in how swiftly it had swollen. "Responsive too."

"You didn't say why you only gave the other women two," Lois reminded her.

"The more you take, the faster it comes on and the more severe the effects," the dickgirl dug out a pill and brought it up to her lover's lips. Obediently, Lois reached out her tongue and brought the tenth pill into her mouth. Chew, swallow, sip.

"Too much...too fast...most women can't handle it. Two pills every day or two, over the course of a week, and those women grew fully functional reproductive systems. You've taken as much as they have in a week. I imagine you should be feeling it soon."

Lois Lane stopped in mid-chew with the eleventh pill. She swallowed. Sipped.

"So...why can't I see any changes?" The reporter asked.

"You won't, at first. It starts internally. For those women, it was ovaries into testicles...and those had to descend...pussy shrinking, inverting..." Blaze seemed lost in her description. Lois, without really thinking about it, popped her twelfth pill. Chew, swallow, sip. A part of her wondered if this was what addiction was like, just moving through the motions. It wasn't like the pills were affecting her yet...

The reporter belched slightly. Her vision swam, momentarily doubled—and it was like two Blaze's were there, for just a split second. One, human. The other...something else. The familiar face wet with red blood, the dark eyes a vibrant white, dark horns curling from that regal brow, like the bust of Nefertiti.

Lois closed her eyes and shook her head to clear it. A dull ache was in her chest, and she thumped it with a hand.

"Sorry," she said. "Must be the soda, heartburn..."

"No," Angelica breathed. "It's working. Can you feel it?"