Doctor Sivana Wins The Bid For The Lois Lane Realdoll

Lois Lane felt the tubes slide out of her ass. The itch had subsided. Her paralysis was complete. So too was her sensitivity. Though she could not move, her stiff nipples were exquisitely alert to every errant breeze. Yet she could not moan. Her pussy could not clamp and quiver. The reporter could only stare dumbly upwards, mute and helpless as Nanny's eyes ceased to flash and swirl.

No more than a doll now, Lois felt Nanny efficiently wipe down her pussy and ass. A soft wet wipe slid deep inside her ass, her pussy, and urethra, then her mouth and ears. None of the reporter's orifices offered even a little resistance to Nanny's fingers as they probed and cleaned Lois inside and out—and the reporter was discomforted in how much it did not discomfort her. There was no real pain. She could feel her holes stretch, the finger and cloth **** up inside to scrub out whatever was there...and then when the finger was withdrawn, the holes just went back to how they were.

No ache. No damage. Just a reset to the default state.

Lois could do nothing as Nanny changed her into a fresh diaper and a new dress...pink, with lots of ribbons. Brightly polished black shoes with straps. Knee-high socks. It reminded Lois of a nightmare she'd had...where she had received a sharp blow to the back of the neck and become a complete invalid. Unable even to wipe her own ass. Trapped in her own decaying flesh for however long people decided to care for her.

Nanny carried her out of the nursery. Lois Lane was stiff, like a five-foot-seven Barbie doll. Unable even to blink, Lois saw only ceilings and lights flow past her vision. Dimly, through her peripheral vision, she was aware as Nanny set her down into a kind of clear plastic shell...and then the whole shell slid into a gigantic cardboard box. Which is when realization hit Lois.

I'm a doll. They turned me into a doll.

"Goodbye, dearie," Nanny said, as the giant dollbox was loaded into a wooden crate. "Enjoy your new owner!"

Darkness. Lois could feel the vibrations. Hear the squeal of brakes, the honk of horns. On a truck, bought and sold like a collectible on ebay. If she could grind her teeth, or scream, Lois would do so. Instead, all she could do was wait. Alone in the dark. And wonder who had bought her...and what they were going to do to her.

Was she to be some pervert's sex doll? Or worse...if one of Superman's enemies bought her...Lois wished she could shiver. She remembered frat boys who would disfigure and break Barbie dolls, to work out their frustrations with women. Lois Lane had no idea how long her form might last. What kind of damage she could experience before she "died," whatever that meant for a doll.

A stop. Noises. A crack of light. The cover of the crate was pulled off...and if Lois Lane could piss herself, she would. She recognized the small, bald, bulbous-headed figure in the labcoat and goggles, an evil grin on his figures.

"Well, Lois Lane," Doctor Sivana said. "You cost me a great deal of money...and I shall extract every penny of value from you!"