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Lois Lane flexed her hand inside of Maria's cunt. The young woman moaned.

"You know Maria, I've changed since I got here. Wouldn't you say that?"

The reporter stuck one finger in her mouth and sucked it gently as the young woman lay there panting. The tired eyes went wide as Lois slid the finger along her bottom, tapping gently on Maria's asshole.

"Not there—please! I...I can't take both. I'll tell you anything!"

"Yes," Lois said with a smile, the Crimson K burning behind her eyes hot and fierce. "You will."

Cruel as she might have been, Lois took her time opening up Maria's ass, a finger at a time. And as the young woman writhed and whimpered, getting violated fore and aft, the story that the reporter pierced together was this...

Someone—Maria only referred to him as 'Baldy' had been employing her to try out new ****. Strange ****. **** with all sorts of effects. Lois could scarcely believe the things that Maria told her...men growing a second penis, women reduced to bottle blonde sex toys, anal sex freaks with elastic holes...but while the often drunk and high "customers" seemed intent on the sexual uses of their transformations, "Baldy" was interested in the side-effects, psychological as well as physiological...he wanted to see what worked and what didn't.

And those four women who had disappeared had been steady customers, eager users...until the changes had stopped wearing off.

"It...it used to take only 48 hours, and they'd be back to normal...oh Mary, mother of God..." The young woman writhed, lubricant squirting out of both holes, Lois Lane wrist-deep in pussy and ass, amazed at how she could feel herself through the membranes separating the two orifices. "But then...they got stuck."

"And where are they now?"

"D-downstairs. Baldy, he's k-keeping them there, until he can..." The young woman's body seized up, and Lois smiled as she realized that Maria was suffering another unwanted orgasm. This was going to turn ou tto be the key sexual experience of the bitch's life...

"Fix them?" Lois prompted.

"No. He doesn't give a shit about fixing them," Maria said when she calmed down. "He wants to know how to make it permanent. To change people however he wants."

"Hmm," Lois considered this point. "And he's here now? With the women? And his ****?"

"Y-yes." The young woman looked utterly spent. Lois considered how red and swollen the ring of her anus was, wrapped around the reporter's wrist like a bracelet. Fun as this might be, she would need Maria later.

"Well, let's go wash up," the reporter planted a foot on the young woman's lower back and began to slowly pull her hands out—both at once, loving the feel of the holes gripping and pulling at her, as though they might come out. "We have a long night ahead of us."