Mighty Maid regarded the reporter who was currently feeling up her newest minion. It was quite the sight. Lois had pulled up Paparazzi’s top and was pinching her rosy nipples from behind. A few taps with her duster and the right commands had started Lois down this road long before the reporter even noticed it and Mighty Maid had to admit that watching the attractive, but still normal (at least compared to her minions) woman indulge in this way was deeply arousing.
“If I were to change you,” Mighty Maid began, moving close to Paparazzi and then giving each woman a small kiss in turn. “What would you be?”
Lois moved around the redheaded camera slut, letting the former Jimmy Olson rub her big tits into her back and grinding her ass into the minion’s crotch. “I’ve been thinking about that,” Lois said, unbuttoning the top few buttons on her blouse, without ever breaking eye contact with Mighty Maid. “I’ve always been the wife in the super hero community. But you’ve taken that from me.” She glanced over at Super Sissy, who was currently tugging on his little dicky in the corner, much to the disgust of the still frozen Perry White and Cat Grant. “I want to be a wife again. I want to be your wife.” With that, Lois moved away from Paparazzi and wrapped her arms around Mighty Maid’s elegant neck. She kissed Mighty Maid in a display of passion and conviction that the busty French lesbian eagerly returned.
As they kissed, Mighty Maid considered the proposition. At last, she separated from Lois and raised her duster to the reporter’s head. A litany of dusting and command followed as Lois’ body and mind reshaped themselves into Mighty Maid’s ideal consort. Nearby, Paparazzi and Super Sissy watched, each crying a bit with joy for their mistress and her new mate. “It’s just so fuckin’ hawt,” Paparazzi moaned.
When it was all finished, the new Lois Prince, nee Lane, was a true sight to behold. Mighty Maid had reshaped her body into that of an Amazon, nearly identical to the body she herself had had as Wonder Woman. The boobs and ass were both a little bigger of course, but Mighty Maid could be forgiven for that. Otherwise, Lois’ body was covered with sleek and firm feminine muscle. Across her inviting tits and their even more inviting valley of glitter speckled cleavage was the old WW Wonder Woman logo, now cast in white and topping an elaborately embroidered white bustier. Her well developed arms were bare, save for a pair of silver bracelets, again like Wonder Woman’s, and her left hand sported an impressive diamond ring (which was now matched on Mighty’s Maid’s own hand).
A poof skirt exploded from beneath a thick white belt, but stopped just below Lois’ crotch, which itself bore crisp white thong panties (designed in part to show off the little MM tattoo on Lois’ ass) and a white garter belt which held up equally white stockings that disappeared beneath a pair of white leather high heeled boots.
Her face was still recognizably Lois’s and bore white lipstick and eyeshadow. A shimmering diamond tiara sat in her long, straight black hair. Lois moaned and drew her hands up her body before twirling for everyone to see. “I feel amazing,” she purred. She stopped and flexed both arms, showing off her newfound muscle. “And sooo powerful.”
She moved close to Mighty Maid again and the two embraced and kissed. “Who am I, baby?” Lois asked. I’m not boring old Lois Lane anymore.
“No, mon chère,” Mighty Maid began, running her hands over her bride’s exquisite musculature. “You are now Wonder Wife!”