You Can...Sit On My Cock. If You Want To.

The reporter almost stammered out the words. He—once she—could feel his cheeks burn, acutely aware of the heat in his body. It was so weird for Lois to think of herself as male. To be attracted to a woman. Yet Maria was climbing up on the table, and her body was so soft and warm against Lois Lane's own now so masculine form...

The young woman knelt over Lois, and the reporter felt pinned to the bed, afraid to move as the hanging breasts touched her own now flat, hard, muscular chest. The piercings in Maria's nipples were hard and cold.

"You know," Maria breathed, "you're really saving my life by doing this. I was so **** when they asked for volunteers for this procedure...and you're so cute...I'm glad I'm the one that gets to take your virginity."

Lips brushed against the reporter's, and Lois wondered whether she should kiss Maria back when she felt the young woman's hand on her cock...and then something new, something she'd never felt before.

It was like sliding the most incredibly sensitive part of herself into a warm, tight-fitting glove. Lois opened her mouth wide, chest expanding, and Maria sipped her tongue into the reporter's mouth, those hazel eyes closed as her pussy sank down to swallow the first five inches of Lois Lane's new dick in one fell swoop.

The new male's eyes bulged. Something throbbed at the base of his dick, unfamiliar muscles clutching at a sudden spike in pressure. Something inside of Lois that demanded release...and almost too late, Lois realized what it must be. What was happening to her.