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by Zeebop
Chapter 16
From her lair, deep beneath the brothel, the demon Blaze watched through sorcerous surveillance as Circe lost herself in the bimbofication of Lois Lane. The mystic mirror shimmered around the edges with flashes of green light, a testament to the power that was at work here. A mer...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 15
_No_, the tit-trapped reporter decided. _I'm not that low. I'm not going to masturbate just to pass the time as I'm crushed beneath some cum-drunk bimbo's boobs. If I have to die, it will at least be with a bare minimum of dignity._ That was, at least, her thought process...and...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 16
"Krypto? Technically Kryptonian, but I couldn't possibly do that to that poor dog..." Lois Lane muttered to herself as she wandered the streets of Metropolis, the magic red kryptonite held beneath her immense bosom. She ignored the people that stopped and stared as she walked pas...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 17
Lois knew nothing of Blaze's limitations—how much of her power had been expended in shifting the timeline to try and snare the reporter's soul, how much more had been expended in trying to hold onto it—all she knew was that the scarlet succubus appeared haggard and drawn, the lin...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 17
The reporter discarded two cards, drew...and let out an inner sigh of relief as she glanced at her cards. A flush. That would be five points, five cup sizes... Lois Lane looked down at her breasts. They were already at an M-cup. On her thin, toned body, they looked impossibly la...
3 years ago 1,127 Words 4 Likes 557 Views -
by Zeebop
Chapter 11
Lois Lane had learned to shoot with a shotgun. Her father had told her they were safer than handguns. Heavier, so you had to use both hands. Loaded with rock salt, they could blow a can off a rail fence at ten feet, sting at twenty, but nothing more than scare birds at thirty. He...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 17
Lois Lane lay there, tits aching from the needles pressed deep into her nipples...and she watched, with strange fascination, as the glowing green liquid flowed down the tubes. Apprehension built within the reporter. Muscles tensed beneath the heavy, lead-lined blankets, and Lois...
3 years ago 968 Words 2 Likes 973 Views -
by Zeebop
Chapter 13
It was tricky, working by touch, using one hairpin to lift the tumblers and the other to apply tension...it wouldn't have worked if this was anything other than a relatively simple and old-fashioned lock. Yet she had the advantage that Granny Goodness was so in love with the soun...
3 years ago 315 Words 3 Likes 540 Views -
by Zeebop
Chapter 14
E = mc^2. Lois Lane had heard the famous equation almost her entire life. It was the punchline of cartoons, the shorthand for genius. A simple, elegant, yet profoundly important equation of the interrelation between mass and energy. One of those things that event people who know...
2 years ago 1,120 Words 2 Likes 385 Views -
by Zeebop
Chapter 20
On the roof of the club, the wind blew cool in the night. Lois Lane stood there barefoot, with a borrowed labcoat around her. Arms hugged tight around her chest. The smartphone was in her pocket, the call had been made. There was nothing to do but wait...and she didn't have long...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 13
Screams echoed on the street. People poured out of the building. An ominous crack ran up the side of the warehouse, ancient bricks falling. The crush and boom of masonry breaking against an impossible , windows shattering, topless dancers fleeing for their lives alongside dr...
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by Zeebop
Chapter 10
It was a long night. Needle-like tips on the hoses were inserted into the reporter's breasts. There were injections of strange, glowing chemicals, IV lines into the reporter's arms. Yet what Lois remembered was the liquid warmth that flowed into her body when the hoses began to f...
2 years ago 1,218 Words 5 Likes 632 Views