They Find The Right Spell! But...

"To Restore The Succubus To Human Forme..." Black Alice read out loud. "I think this is it! All we need is a source of magical power big enough to affect all the DMN users."

Deadman gently poked her shoulder. "Small problem."

"Whats that?" Alice turned to see what the ghost was talking about...and let her jaw drop.

Blaze had been reduced to a shriveled husk, a desiccated red mummy. Lois Lane was still clamped onto the cock. There was a sound like a straw sucking at the last dregs of a milkshake...and then silence. With a puff, great cracks appeared across the demon's body, pale red powder pouring out of the wounds as the body quickly collapsed in on itself.

Lois rose like a morning erection, body swelling with barely-contained energy.

Her black horns, of which she now had seven, unilaterally spaced around her brow, scraped the ceiling. She stood at least eight feet tall now, and proportionately broad; the pendulous breasts that hung from her chest were bigger than Alice's head, each teat tipped with three nipples. Great bat-like wings crowded the small chamber. Her pants had split and fallen off, revealing dark-furred goat legs, and between them...

Alice remembered the extended clit that Lois had before. Now she knew it was a cock...fat and hard, with a pointed, almost scoop-like tip, a great swollen pink knot at the base as big around as the young woman's fist. The former reporter's mouth opened, jaw splitting at the chin to form two great mandibles and three great black tongues unrolled.

"Fee fie foe fum..." the transformed woman hummed deeply, the voice of a predator locked in a cage with prey. "...I smell cunts that need to be fucked."

Power radiated off of Lois...all the energy of a Queen of Hell, drained dry. To the supernaturally-inclined, the succubus was glowing like a Christmas tree, and likely to burn herself out if the power wasn't dissipated quickly.

Alice swallowed. "If a...if we make contact with her, we should be able to tap into her energy to power the spell..."

Deadman looked ill. He was staring at the raging erection as Lois casually began to demolish the doorway from the lab to the storage room, making way for her enlarged body. In the process, she crushed what remained of Blaze's body into a fine red powder beneath her hooves.

"There's only one form of 'contact' she looks interested in." The ghost said. "I don't know what the moral implications would be if I let my current host get fucked..."

"You pussy," Alice breathed, not taking a step forward herself. The cock was...well, it was a pussybreaker. Any woman impaled on that might not survive. Her own twat quivered at the thought. She wasn't a masochist, and yet...

"Paper rock scissors?" Deadman suggested.

"Deal." Alice said.

They shook their fists at each other. One, two, three...