Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Which One Is Real?

The Lois Staring Into The Mirror

"I am," Lois Lane said.

In front of her, the image seemed to waver and grow thin, almost transparent—like staring into a clear, calm pool of water, so pure that you could see straight down to the bottom as though there was no water at all, just a sheet of glass. Then the image came back—except now the reflection in the mirror was different.

It was her. Lois Lane, shot and with tits almost the size of her head, wide hips and an ass almost as big as her breasts. A fat crimson cock was stuffing her puffy pussy, black jizz dripping down from her slutty slit. She could feel the warm cum drip out of her stuffed box even as she watched it do so in her reflection.

Me, Lois thought. It's me.

No more funhouse mirror. Memories came back to her...a life where puberty didn't give her any height, but gave her a pair of breasts that put grown women to shame. The early sexual overtures from men and boys, girls and women threatened by her sexual attributes, discrimination against her height. Embracing her sexuality while mastering journalism, not above using her sex to get the edge in any situation.

Here I am again, Lois thought with a grin, watching it reflected in the mirror. Fat tits, the red dickgirl's much smaller titties almost resting on her head, black cum dripping from the reporter's pussy...yet she was still a reporter.

Still Lois Lane.

She pushed thoughts of pregnancy out of her mind. Ignored the funhouse tricks with the mirror. There were more important things at hand. Four women had gone missing down here, and this red-skinned dickgirl appeared out of the middle of nowhere to catch a ride on the Daily Planet's Greatest Bicycle? Lois didn't think so.

"So," she asked, feeling the familiar surge of anticipation as the interview started. "What's your name?"