To The Back Door

"Are you and the big yellow guy, uh..." Lois started.

"It's complicated," the buxom brunette replied. "We are...each other's curse. We may swap places. Although it appears this time that another curse has been layered on top of things." Jacinda raised her hands to heft her overswollen breasts. "I must admit this is an entirely new experience for me. However, I imagine there is little time. Please fill me in on the situation."

Lois did, as best as she could. The reporter felt that she had sobered up a bit in the last few minutes, but she struggled not to stare at Jacinda's enormous breasts, and she could feel the beast in her pants start to struggle as well.

It must be the demon's cock. Lois told herself. I'm not gay!

When she got to the part about the ritual, how Etrigan had given Lois his cock, she dropped her gaze down to the miniskirt...and the bare, puffy vagina that was poking out beneath it. A strange, unfamiliar burning pressure seemed to be building within Lois, behind her new testicles, deep inside her crotch...and realizing that her description had faded into pornographic detail, she recovered, bringing her eyes back up to focus on the other woman's fine-boned face.

Jacinda Blood, for her part, listened intently. Her expression was of a mother about to tell her daughter the difference between a light bulb and a pregnant woman.

"Well," she said when Lois was finished. "There is little time to waste. Let us go."

"Okay." Lois said. "Lay on, Macduff!"

"Before tonight is over Miss Lane, I fear we both shall get laid." Blood said with grim certainty.

Blood was evidently not used to heels, staggering slightly as she turned and tried to walk the dozen steps the the door. Lois spared a glance at her pert ass—muscular rather than bouncy, as it seemed every spare gram of fat had been directed to her tits—then grabbed her arm and helped walk her over. The feel of the enormous tit-flesh pressing into her arm sent a shiver through Lois' demonic dong.

The back door to the club was a very mundane looking affair; all metal, painted a dull gray, with a heavy vertical bar handle and what looked like a deadbolt. A glass window with a wire mesh was set in the middle. Typical safety measure for a back entrance/exit.

Jacinda grasped the handle and tugged. The door didn't budge. But a pair of eyes appeared at the window.

"I did not anticipate this." Blood said. "We shall have to convince them to let us in."