The Missing Women Have Become Creatures of Myth

A hulking figure lurched into view. If she stood straight, she might be ten feet tall, but the weight of the great horns that hung from her head...and the great udders that dangled from her chest, each breast as big as Lois Lane's head—**** her into a hunched-over gesture. Muscles rippled the long, lean limbs that had once been a dancer's and as the reporter stared into the bestial semi-human face, she recognized the blue eyes of Jenny Dunlap. Her monstrously top-heavy form naked to the waist, but her lower limbs were clad in loose green silk pants and slippers.

Claws that clacked on marble denoted the arrival of another figure. Lois turned to see great wings spread, to reveal a pair of very human breasts, the large pink nipples pierced so that a golden chain might hang before them. The dark brown feathers mingled into the cafe-au-lait skin of Mara de la Cruz, whose still-human face was adorned with piercings in her ears and nostrils, likewise linked with small golden chains.

The clop of hooves announced the arival of Tonya Wong. From the waist up, the slim Asian woman looked just like her social media profiles, with the streak of blue dyed in her dark, chin-length hair, and the small breasts pale in the moonlight. Yet where her legs should have been stretched the gracile body of a young horse or pony, the fur a milky silver-white, the tail dark and braided in a complex fashion.

Next to her crept a creature that was almost human. The auburn hair of Diana Reynolds had grown out into curly fur on her lower body, the legs bent in a goatlike manner. Soft horns peaked out from her long hair, just above her pointed ears, and the green eyes showed the odd elongated pupils of a goat. Her soft breasts, criss-crossed now with blue-black tattoos of a vaguely Celtic knot pattern, heaved as she snuffled at the air, and a long tongue unrolled from her mouth...at least twelve inches of pink flesh that swam through the air as she softly moved towards Lois.

Compared to this lot, Lois suddenly did not regret her own piercings and markings. At least Circe hadn't gotten creative.

"Now, my dear, I shall leave you with your new friends to be acquainted," Circe said, as she let the silver chain from the reporter's clit-ring fall to the floor. "While I go settle accounts with a certain scarlet succubus."

Lois Lane had no idea what Circe was talking about. Yet she saw the sorceress swiftly step backwards through a doorway and disappear, leaving the reporter with these creatures of myth...who were once mortal women like herself.