Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How does Lois feel about being a shortstack slut?

She's Used To It

"Honey, I'm a woman. I've faced sexual harassment all my life. Do you seriously think that women today don't face that kind of shit just as a normal part of existence?"

The short reporter placed both hands beneath her breasts like a shelf and lifted them a couple of inches. Even with both hands, they hung over her fingertips, the swollen pink nipples pointing at Blaze's eyes.

"Do you really think that men care how big tits are? All they care about is that they are tits! You can be utterly flat and still have people call you a bimbo if you show too much cleavage. Women will call you a slut if you wear heels half an inch higher than theirs! That's not a curse, that's life."

Lois let the tits go. They fell and bounce, swaying and jiggling. She slapped her broad hips and meaty ass.

"So no, I'm not going to wallow in despair that I've got an ass that doesn't quit or that I've sucked a few cocks. You think if I was taller and thinner people wouldn't accuse me of sleeping my way to the top? I fucking doubt it."

The scarlet succubus' eyes grew wide. It was like she was seeing Lois for the first time as the shortstack reporter let the truth bombs drop down, black jizz dripping from Lois Lane's slit.

"So all this time...I thought I was corrupting women and...oh, shit." The red hands came up and grasped her horns, crimson elbows propped on her knees. The flaccid cock lay on the floor like a great red worm, limp and lifeless.

Lois Lane stepped on it, hard enough to **** the purple head half-way out of the foreskin. Blaze yelped.

"You can re-consider your damnation business later." Lois growled. "Right now, you're going to help me track down these women that have gone missing. I might have gotten fucked tonight, but I came here for a story, and I'm not leaving until I get it!"