End: Boring Medical & Magical Evaluations

Phone calls were made. Superman swooped Lois Lane off her feet and brought her from one appointment to the next. They began at S.T.A.R. Labs. Blood was drawn. The reporter let herself be scanned into a full-body imaging device. Had her DNA sequenced. Then the Tower of Fate. Zatanna examined her aura. Doctor Fate bathed her in the pure white light of the Amulet of Anubis. She sat in a magic circle as incense burned in little cones around her as the experts conferred.

All the time, Superman was at her side. Giving her space when she needed it, holding her hand when she needed it. As the hours past, Lois felt the sense of "fullness" leave her. That hunger...a hunger that had nothing to do with food...filled her. She found herself glancing at his crotch. Those sperm-factories chugging away to make a fresh load. How she wanted that salty, sticky babyjuice in her stomach.

"We have a diagnosis," Doctor Fate said, his voice booming and hollow beneath the golden helmet, which broke Lois Lane out of her train of thought. "You were tainted with the essence of a major demon by drinking some its bodily fluids. Normally that acts like a non-specific curse—the negative energy acts as a catalyst, taking form from some of your **** desires. Unfortunately, when you fulfill those desires, it actualizes the curse—your aura absorbs the energy, adapts the demonic essence as part of your own. Biology quickly adapts. Your entire digestive tract has rapidly evolved for the digestion of human semen and seminal fluids."

The reporter's brow furrowed. "English?"

"You like sucking cock, Lois. Like, really absolutely love it," Zatanna said. "But you didn't act on those sinful desires. When you got tainted, the energy played on that and you became a lowest-order succubus. When you actually swallowed Superman's sperm, those changes get locked in. You basically accepted the curse as part of you. So now...you're an obligate spermovore. You need to consume cum on a regular basis to live. Otherwise you'll sicken and die."

Lois Lane blinked as she absorbed this information.

"But you can fix me, right?" Lois said.

Zatanna gave a weak smile. "If you hadn't succumbed to your desires, maybe. But the demonic essence is very powerful, and your desires are very strong. You've already embraced being a cocksucker, Lois. Even if we reverse the changes, they'll just come back the next time you suck a dick."

"I...I could just not suck cocks!" Lois Lane said, hopefully. Yet even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow. She glanced at Superman's bulge. Her stomach rumbled a little.

"No, you can't," Zatanna said. "You don't have the willpower. The changes have already gone too deep into your spirit. They've become a part of you."

"So...what do I do?" Lois Lane said.

"I'll help you Lois," Superman said, perhaps a trifle too quickly. "Part of this is my fault. I'll always be there to help you."

"...and for when Superman is off-planet, we can arrange alternatives," Batman said, as he stepped from the shadows. "Wayne Industries operates several sperm banks in Metropolis and Gotham."

The reporter blushed. Everyone was talking about this so matter-of-factly, you would hardly guess that they had all unanimously decided that Lois Lane would soak up more semen than the Devil's Triangle.

"Is there really no other way?" she said quietly. Her lower lip quivered, tears in her eyes as she looked from hero to hero. "Do I really have to be a cocksucker for the rest of my life."

Zatanna knelt down and gave Lois Lane a hug.

"Oh, Lois," she whispered. "You've always been a cocksucker. Even before you tasted your first prick, you must have imagined it. The feel of that hot flesh in your mouth. The taste of it. Felt the surge of excitement as it began to throb. The sense of fulfillment when that first sticky load hit the back of your throat. This curse wouldn't have worked at all if deep down, you haven't always wanted to be a cum-guzzling throat goat."

The reporter felt numb...yet she couldn't deny anything Zatanna said. It was all terribly true. Ever since she had first seen her first adult magazine—stolen from the pile under her father's bed—and watched the beautiful women sucking off those men, she had wondered what it would be like. Then, when she was old enough, Lois Lane had found out. Yet she had always kept it in control. Until tonight. Until she tasted that demonic jizz, and it had left an indelible cumstain on her soul.

Lois Lane sniffed. Zatanna gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder and smoothed her hair.

"It's not that bad, Lois. The Justice League is already working to take down Blaze. But for now...for your own health...you need to feed. So why don't we give you and Superman a little privacy in the bathroom. That should keep you going for ten or twelve hours."

Which is how Lois Lane's night ended. Seated on the toilet, ruminating on the choices she had made, the decisions that had brought her to this point. Superman had unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. She watched as he stroked his erection into hardness. The smell of his cock made her mouth water. Barely conscious, she reached over and began to rub the head.

"Lois," he said. "if you want...I mean, for propriety. We could get married."

The reporter was barely listening. Her tongue slid down along the underside of her glans, to taste the sticky residue from the last blowjob. Sour as an old wine. That flavor fitted the reporter's mood.

Her mouth slid around the shaft, and the tension in the reporter's neck and shoulders that she didn't know she had been carrying eased suddenly. She sighed in contentment as her head bobbed over his head, her hands both working his shaft. This was her life now, she supposed. If she accepted his proposal...Lois imagined waking up and sucking Superman's morning wood to get her first salty load of the day. Then at night, before bed, jerking him off into her mouth. Entire weekends spent on her knees, his dick buried in her throat.

Her pussy squirted a little as an electric thrill ran through her. The curse worked a little deeper, pried out her most deviant fantasies. Lois Lane moaned around the cock in her mouth, shivered in ecstasy at the image of her new life in her mind.

Superman laid a hand on her head and stared down at her with love, affection, and a touch of sadness.

"I'll take that as a yes."