The Merging

What happened next, Lois Lane could never remember clearly. Only in fits and starts, bits and pieces. Ella Lane's eyes fixed on her daughter's... and that tendril or whatever it was that touched her womb seemed to break through the barrier with a sharp stab that struck the reporter straight to her core.

Then it was like...she was watching herself. As her mother's fingers slid into her flesh, the skin melting and rippling. Looked down to watch as their pussies, so tightly pressed together, began to melt into each other. The older woman's flesh was looser, more elastic, and seemed to shiver under the skin as it moved toward Lois. A hot pain burned through every point of contact now, and her mother's torso moved forward, maximizing skin contact, until their bellies touched...

Lois gasped as their fused skin seemed to become suddenly translucent. Tasted bile as she swore she saw her mother's ovaries and womb slide through the see-through bridge of flesh, to squish and squirm against her own.

Their nipples touched...and the older Lane's breasts seemed to deflate. Yellow-white fat cells slithering out through where their nipples touched. Blood flooded through the reporter's tissues, followed by a terrible burning sensation. Lois opened her mouth to scream...and her mother's mouth closed over her own, tongues touching, and becoming a single long twisting muscle.

For what felt like an eternity, Lois Lane and Ella Lane shared no human form. They had four arms, four legs, two hearts and four eyes. In the depths of her soul, mother and daughter found themselves caught in an instinctive struggle...the urge for self-protection too strong to ignore as their skulls began to knit together. Trying to preserve their individual existences even as the physical selves were drawn together, flesh of her flesh knitting itself bone to bone, skin to skin...

Lois couldn't close her eyes. Couldn't scream. One final breath shared by four lungs, which cried out for air. Unfamiliar memories flooded the reporter's brain...the taste of her father's cock. Her own stomach swollen and taut, pregnant with her sister. The sight of Lois Lane taking off her shirt, revealing those small, firm, perky breasts, and feeling that sudden surge of mingled doubt and desire.

Her mother's memories. Her mother's mind and soul, sliding into her being...and as their hearts began to twine, wombs combining into a single vasty organ with four ovaries, Lois knew that she had only one choice...to fight for dominance, or to submit and accept her mother into her.