The App's Gone

The blue stain of Lana Lang's demonic pussy was creeping, slowly but visibly, up her crotch. Lois could see it spread, spreading like thick molasses...but her attention was more taken up by her own crimson cock, as a scarlet flush was expanding from her own demonic addition, corrupting the surrounding flesh.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." Lana began.

"Don't panic!" Lois said, trying to keep her voice down.

"Fuck that! This is the time to panic! Can you move?"

The reporter, careful not to touch the discolored flesh, grabbed Lana's hips and pushed, trying to tug her cock free...but it was like the penis and pussy were a single unit. Lana grimaced painfully as the skin of her blue labia stretched, the lips still sealed tight around the reporter's red rod.

"No good," Lois confirmed. "I'm stuck in you."

"I can see that," Lana said icily.

"Don't get snippy!" The reporter replied. "Look, I'm going to try and use my phone to undo...fuck."

"What?" The redhead said.

"The app's gone."

"Fuck," Lana said. She checked her own phone...and the little space where the DMN app icon had been, was now empty.

The color was spreading. Already Lois could see the brilliant, deep red creeping onto her thighs. It was spreading in a circular pattern, already the size of a dinnerplate. Lana's progress was at about the same rate, though with her wider hips it covered slightly less territory.

"We have to do something..." Lana said, after a quiet moment. The door slammed, the sound of voices.

"In the stall!" Lois said, and the two women, still joined at the crotch, shuffled awkwardly into the nearest bathroom stall. They managed to click the door shut as they heard the club-goers enter to go about their bathroom business.

"Okay," Lana whispered in the cramped bathroom stall. "Now what?"