Soft, Submissive, and Hung

Aisha's cock banged against the back of Lois Lane's mouth. Maria's tongue assaulted her ass. The two pills slowly dissolved in her body. Occult chemicals released as her body processed them. Caught between the two rapacious women, Lois Lane didn't know whether she was hallucinating or if her body actually changed...yet she could feel it.

Her tongue seemed to grow and swell in her mouth, a wet, velvety cushion that massaged Aisha's stiff prick and licked at the scrunched-up balls at their base. Her buttocks plumped against Maria's cheek, the once-virginal anus swelling into a donut-like ring of muscle that sucked at the woman's tongue and seemed to draw it further in. The reporter shuddered as she felt something break free from the base of her spine, a crimson tail that whipped about for a moment before it coiled loosely around Maria's neck. Aisha's fingers gripped the reporter's skull, and small, soft pink horns pushed up through the gaps in her fingers.

Down between her legs, Lois could feel an insistent urge. Something pushed itself out from her body. Her once-tiny clit stretched forward, the tiny nub becoming the crown of a heavy cock that throbbed and ached as it pushed out from her pants. The piss slit opened with a gasp and pre-cum drooled out onto the filthy bathroom tile below.

Lois was dimly aware of these physical changes...yet it was the mental changes that held her attention. All the flavors of Aisha's cock filled her mouth and nose. A soft, fuzzy, light-headed sensation filled her head as the transwoman fucked her face. Her body quivered as Maria's tongue delved deeper into her ass, where a brand-new prostate throbbed almost painfully. The demonic reporter felt almost drunk from sex...and she wanted more.

Use me! She thought as she stared cross-eyed at the base of Aisha's dick. Fuck me, **** me!

The reporter's every nerve seemed to be on fire, her whole body a supremely sensitive instrument. Starved for sex, she needed it now.

Then Aisha came in her throat.