Rewiring Lois Lane's Brain So She Can Only Cum From Her Ass

Lois Lane lay face down and ass up on the couch. Ivy's bare feet pressed against her head. The reporter's tits ached, and pressed against the cushions, continued to leak drops of milk to form two slowly widening stains. Wrapped up in her predicament, Lois Lane could not understand how she had come to this position, unable to escape as Ivy's tongue squirmed weirdly inside of her asshole, and little electric shivers ran up the reporter's spine.

Ivy, of course, knew perfectly well why. Lois Lane's appearance was the culmination of this experiment. The idea that the villain had, inspired by those plants whose root systems pervaded what looked like a forest, but what looked like hundreds of trees were really just parts of one vast organism, in its own self-perpetuating ecosystem.

From the moment Lois Lane had stepped into the club and breathed in the first spores, Ivy had been manipulating her. Like a shepherd, Ivy had guided Lois through the club, had her unknowingly ingest seeds and spores, so that Ivy's influence had sunk deeper and deeper. Even now, tiny roots burrowed into and around the reporter's nervous system. An utterly subtle method of control, as a part of Lois became no more than an extension of Ivy herself.

Of course, the real experiment was to see how far the control extended.

So it was that Ivy began to push her fingers into the reporter's ass. Lois Lane's face burned with shame, and she moaned...but the tight pink ring of muscle did not resist her as the villain pulled it slightly further apart, to see the little green veins that were the sign of her infection had taken hold.

White teeth gently closed on the exposed rim of Lois Lane's asshole, and the reporter's whole body shook in ecstasy, and her pussy dribbled on the villain's chest.

When I'm done with you, Lois, Ivy thought. Your ass will be your sole route to pleasure!