Where Did Circe Go? And What's Digging Into My Ass?

It was a brand new trash can, never used. A dozen bottles of vodka, tequila, rum, and whiskey killed any lingering germs. The giant reporter sipped the mixed drink, glad to at least feel the burn of the **** slide down her throat. There was still dust settling from the rafters. Maria was busy as a bee at the bar, popping open bottles. Lois took another sip and made a face. She hoped the beer would mix better than the liquor.

Where did Circe go? The reporter thought. She still held one arm over her breasts, even though it was just the two of them in the club right now. Lois could hear the wail of the sirens, but no cops or police had actually come into the building yet, and the reporter was hoping to get another drink before they dealt with the inevitable problem of getting her out of here and back down to size.

The last that Lois had seen of the sorceress, she'd had that ridiculously huge cock from some mythological beast and was trying to shove it in the reporter's holes. Which had led fairly directly to the reporter's new predicament.

Well, at least I'm finally bustier than Power Girl, Lois thought to herself. She finished off the trashcan, slurping noisily as she tried to get the last sip. With her body mass, it would take more than that to tie one on...and now that she took a moment to pay attention, the aches and pains of being giant-sized were dragging on her. The reporter had heard of the square-cube law, but didn't know how it worked; all she knew is that her legs were killing her standing here, her body a lot heavier than just her fifty-foot height would suggest...and something was digging into her ass.

Lois set the trash can down by Maria, who began to pour the foaming brewskis into it. Surreptitious as she could, Lois reached behind her, scratching at the crack of her butt...and then lower. There was a really persistent itch down there, and the reporter frowned, not sure how to handle this. She needed a giant piece of toilet paper, or...

"Ow!"

The giant froze. Her fingernail had scratched something solid. It had felt like an insect, but insects don't have a tinny, high-pitched feminine scream.

Twisting her body around as much as the club allowed, Lois tried to look...but it was impossible. With a frustrated sigh, she turned around, feet stomping like an elephant.

"Maria?" Lois's whisper boomed like a foghorn. "Do I...have someone in my ass?"

The bartender eased herself down to where the floor had fallen through, so that she could star down the broad expanse of the reporter's lower back, to where her great dumptruck-sized ass remained in the darkness.

"Yeah!" The red-and-pink haired woman yelled back. "Looks like some purple-haired bitch is trying to fuck your ass with a giant cock! Surprised you can even feel it, though."

Lois sighed. She really needed that beer.