Use The DMN App

"Wait..." Lois said. "We can just use the app! It got us into this. All I need to do is find a smaller dick or a bigger pussy, and we should come apart right away."

"A bigger pussy?" Lana said, staring down at her blueberry cream pie. "Any bigger and you'd be able to shove your head up inside of me!"

"Don't be silly," the reporter said. "We have to save something for the third date."

The phone was out, the app came up—and Lois Lane's finger hovered over the targeting cursor as it went back and forth between her penis and Lana's pussy. Not without ****, she clicked on her own dick. As much as she liked being super-well hung, it wasn't fair to Lana to...

TARGET DENIED.

Lois scowled. Okay...

She clicked on Lana's pussy. The app locked on target and began to show new options.

They were all cocks.

Lois scrolled through six screens of alien wing-wong, dark grey dicks with flared tips, pink dicks with soft barbs around the smooth helmet, a pale pink dick with dark fur growing up the underside of the shaft, dicks with testicles hanging beneath like a bunch of grapes, a strange prehensile dick whose urethra blinked open to reveal a three-lobed burning eye...

"Okay, small problem," Lois said. "The app is giving me...limited options."

The reporter handed the phone over to Lana, who raised an eyebrow as she tapped desultorily, looking at all the genitals she might have in place of a big blue pussy.

"There's a payment option to unlock more genitalia," Lana said, leaning forward to show Lois a little glowing cash sign in one corner. "Fucking micropayment apps..."

"Well, how much is it?" Lois asked.

Lana clicked on the $ symbol, then frowned.