Two Oinks

On her trotters, dressed like a fetishistic pig-woman, Lois Lane let out two definite oinks. Zatanna smiled...and then hid her mouth with her hand.

"I was hop—er, I mean, I'm glad you decided on the traditional countercharm," Zatanna said. The witch held out her hands before her and intoned a pair of brief invocations.

".sevolg xetal htgnel-woble nommuS."

A pair of pale white gloves appeared in her right hand.

".ylom nommuS"

A white flower with black roots appeared in her left hand.

The witch set the flower aside for a moment as she snapped on the gloves...and then fished in a side table for a bottle of lubricant.

"Now...this might be a little uncomfortable. The plant is called moly, and is a traditional counter-charm for ancient Greek thaumaturgy. However, you two have absorbed a lot of magic, and your spells are tied into each other. So we have to use the moly as a suppository. The good news is, only one of you needs to suffer that particular indignity," Zatanna smiled as she rubbed the lube onto her gloved hands. "The bad news is, that means one of you has to be in...intimate...contact with the other's genitals while I'm doing that."

Lois looked at Zatanna, sure the witch must be joking...but then she looked to Superman. His great blue eyes were wide with something that might have been...horror? Excitement? Resignation? No, something more pure than that. His great cock was swollen, **** for relief...and Lois oinked softly at him as she folded her front trotters beneath her and raised her ass, to wiggle it invitingly.

Presenting herself to be mounted.

His bulk settled on her lightly. Superman, even with the constraints of the spells that bound them, didn't want to hurt her...yet she could feel the pathetic eagerness with which his supermanhood slipped into her slit. Oinked almost in pain as it felt even thicker than before. The vast heat of his massively oversized testes pressed against her vulva...and that was when Zatanna, not bothering to hide her smiled took the plant in hand and stationed herself behind his super-buttocks.

Lois Lane could not see what happened next. How Zatanna pulled at the little corkscrew buttplug and unsealed the Man of Steel's anus. The way she carefully stuck one lubed and gloved up thumb in the Kryptonian's backside, to lubricate and stretch out the hole with a careful rubbing motion. To grasp it firmly and pull so that there was a little pink gap...and into that gap she began to feed the moly, the flowers scraping against his colon like a wand or brush.

No, Lois couldn't see any of that. But she could feel it when the moly touched his prostate.

It was like an explosion within her. Superman's back arched and he grunted like a boar in heat. Impossibly hot sperm hit the end of Lois Lane's pussy so hard that she squealed. The heat and pressure were like nothing she had ever experienced, and it kept cumming, shot after shot hitting the end of her tunnel like bullets from a machine gun, so rapid and hard that Lois couldn't even register the individual strokes. It was to her as if ever drop of sperm from his entire life were being unloaded into her cunt right then and there, as though she fucked a fire hydrant and someone had turned the water on full blast. In a moment, Lois Lane thought her cunny would burst from the sheer amount of jizz pouring into her.

Then it got worse.

Her traitorous snatch sealed itself around her cock, as if **** to not let a single solitary sperm escape. Impossible amounts of jizz poured into Lois Lane's cunt, and there was nowhere for it to go...so the twat itself began to give, pressure forcing the elastic walls of the tunnel to stretch. The heat and heaviness of the jizz were painful as the pussy was **** to expand past its normal limits, putting pressure on her bladder and lower intestines. Lois Lane couldn't stop squealing, her voice growing hoarse...and her stomach actually began to distend, just a little.

Then the magic...wore out.