End: "I Never Thought About It"

The reporter's heart sank. Terrible realization and certainty sank in as she looked at the four new-minted women. Newly impregnated women.

And it's my fault, Lois realized. I was so busy humping the damn machine I never thought to ask Lex how he was going to use my sperm.

Interview over, the women left...all except for Connie, who waved off the attendant and stood up, walking over to Lois. The young woman put her hand on the reporter's.

"Don't be mad, Lois. I know Luthor probably didn't tell you the whole truth—it's just his way," the dark-haired woman gave a shy smile. "I'm happy. I didn't know if I would be, but I am. You saved my life."

She bent down and pressed her lips against Lois Lane's cheek...and then her hand left the reporter's and reached down into Lois's lap. The reporter gasped as Connie squeezed her prick through her LexCorp pants.

"Maybe sometime you could come to Titans Tower. You know, check up on how Junior is doing. I wouldn't mind getting to know you better."

"Titans Tower..." Lois Lane said...then she turned to Connie and her eyes went wide as she realized why the young woman looked so familiar. "Oh. So should I call you...Supergirl, now?"

Connie grinned. "I think you just made me a Superwoman."

One final squeeze...and then Connie left. Lois Lane stood dumbfounded, staring at the table. She wasn't sure how long she stared at it, somberly. All the answers she had wanted were hers, but now she didn't know what to do with them. The ramifications were bigger than she expected.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Lex Luthor said as took a seat next to her.

Lois looked at him. "Did you plan this? From the beginning?"

"No," he said. "When...Connie...made her wishes plain, I decided to help. I had the resources. It required considerable work...and the genetic instability was not something I had foreseen. You happened to come in tonight of all nights. Quite coincidentally. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. But for what it is worth, I am glad it is you. Which is why I tolerated all of your lawyer's demands."

Numbly, Lois racked her brain for a question...but for once, she had nothing to ask.

"Legally, you're designated as a sperm donor. None of them know, except Connie. You have no legal rights or responsibilities regarding your offspring. Take comfort in the fact that you've made several women very happy...and you're going to make more women happy. After all, until I can come up with a better solution, we'll need many more samples from you."

Lois Lane nodded. Her cock had hardened, now pressing up against the bottom of the table. The damned thing had a mind of its own.

"Lex..." she said, as he stood up to leave. "I need to use the machine again."

"Of course," he said with a smug smile. "Right this way..."

The reporter followed him with sunken shoulders. She felt like a horse being led out to the stud farm. An animal meant for breeding. Yet her hand went up to her cheek, to where Connie had kissed her.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.