Call For Help

Lois Lane hugged her new breasts to herself, planting her chin in the cleavage. Somewhere, Lex Luthor was still talking, but the reporter was no longer listening.

I have to get pregnant to keep my boobs. The thought ran through her head. It's not that I don't want kids...with the right person. But who knows what Luthor is up to? Can I trust him? With all this Kryptonian...genetics...stuff...

The train of thought trailed off, as several new possibilities suddenly came to Lois' mind. A little smile came to her face, hidden from Lex's cameras by her generous bosom. There was a way to keep her breasts and get knocked up by somone she wanted too.

Tossing her head back, Lois took a deep breath and yelled out:

SUPERMAN!

She could have whispered it, Lois knew, as the echoes of her scream died away. At the bottom of the ocean, on the dark side of the moon, she had total faith that there was one person that would always hear her, always come when she needed him most.

Lex Luthor's voice buzzed over the speakers. "That won't work, Miss Lane. The room you are in is sealed, the alien cannot hear y—"

There was a boom, distantly, far above. The room shook, dust settling from the ceiling.

Lois stared at the screen. "You sure about that, Lex?"

Somewhere above, x-ray vision scanned the building. Super-hearing zoomed in on her heartbeat, triangulated, formatted an approach. Heat vision would flash, just for a moment...he probably wouldn't come in from the ceiling. Too many civilians upstairs, too many casualties...

There was a crunch as the door, locked and bolted, was ripped open. The Man of Steel strode in, unhurried. She smiled up at him as he took off his cape to drape around her nakedness.

"Lois—!" He paused as she threw himself into his arms, her giant tits pressed against his chest. "Did Luthor do this to you?" Sudden steel in his voice, eyes glowing red as he stared at the monitors.

"Yes, but...never mind that now. Just...take me away." She snuggled against him, feeling the hard press of his erection through his shorts. "Somewhere we can be alone."