You're Not Old Enough To Drink

The words came out of the reporter's mouth almost automatically.

"But I'm old enough to fuck!" Alice hissed. The two women helped each other up and moved to adjust what was left of their clothing. "You mean I'm legal to get knocked up at 18 but I can't fucking get hammered until I'm 21?"

"Not without adult supervision," Lois said. She felt...good. Energized. Either it was a side effect of the transformation, or cumming in a tight barely-legal pussy had been just what she needed to clear her head. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt like she could take on the world right now...and win.

"Right now, we need to get into the bar, find the source of the demonic ****, and put a stop to it. No drinking."

Alice pouted.

The reporter stared into those angry, puppy-dog eyes. Sure that she had looked the exact same way when she was 18 and her father wouldn't give her a sip of his beer. Felt the same terrible pressure of that gaze which had made "one sip" into a her first can of warm lager. She had almost puked.

"...and when we're done," Lois felt herself, knowing she would regret the promise but sure that she owed Alice something for her efforts. "You can come back to my place and we can spend what's left of the night doing shots. Okay?"

Alice grinned.

"Okay. But if I end up knocked up, you better take responsibility!"

Lois shook her head, sure that was a reference to something, but not sure what. The reporter pulled her pants up to cover her engorged super-clit, and herded both of them back around to the back door.

"How are we getting in?" Deadman asked.

"I'll knock. When someone comes to see who it is. You get out of that body and possess them. Open the door from the inside." She really was thinking clearly. The reporter almost wanted to hum. It was amazing how much a bit of sex had a way of improving the mood.