End: All Cum Makes Lois Stronger

No sooner had the bitter load slid down the reporter's esophagus than she felt the surge of energy within her. She stood up, letting the depleted sperm-sacks of her donor go as she felt her muscles swell. Every nerve and sense seemed to be on high alert, and Lois heard the pounding of feet approaching down the hallway, and knew she had to get out of here...

With a burst of speed that would have landed her on the track team at university, the half-naked reporter sprinted down the hallway. A whore coming out the door with a load of dirty laundry flattened herself against the wall as Lois sprinted past, the reporter grabbed a stained skirt from her arms as she passed. Lois ran her tongue across her teeth, eager to get every drop of that seed inside of her...and at the end of the hallway was a firedoor leading to a stairway.

She took the steps two at a time, and was at ground level by the time she heard her pursuers slam open the door behind her.

Lois Lane exited the door at the top of the stairs, into an alley. Glaring around, she saw an overflowing dumpster. Borrowed skirt still in hand the reporter put her shoulder against the cold, stinking steel.

It shouldn't have moved. It had to have weighed as much as a small car. Yet empowered by her sip of semen, the metal squealed against the pavement....and Lois, sweating and straining to her utmost, pushed the dumpster in front of the door, effectively blocking it.

Pausing to pant, Lois struggled into her skirt. She could see even in the dark alley that her muscles were larger, more defined. A giddiness ran through her, like the endorphin rush she got from weight lifting or running a marathon. Her cum-enhanced physiology made her superhuman...

...and Lois wanted more.

Shoeless, the reporter exited the alley, head held high. Now that she knew about the brothel, she needed to rescue the women there...and she wouldn't wait for Superman. All she needed was more cum...

Her long tongue ran over her lips, which made a woman passing her on the sidewalk shiver. The reporter grinned. Any cum would do. She needed to find someone...someone she could drain dry, day after day, night after night, as her strength grew and grew, until she was powerful enough to confront the villain she was sure was at the heart of this.

Faces floated into her mind's eye. The men from her work. Jimmy Olsen...Clark Kent...even her boss, Perry White. Normally she would never imagine seducing any of them, but now she felt like she could do anything. Or anyone. Nor was she going to take no for an answer.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but it was only the beginning of a new, erotic chapter in her life.

Yet that is another story.