End: Fifteen Inches of Kryptonian Cock

The tube slipped over the reporter's cock. Lois Lane struggled to work at her cuff while striving not to catch Lex Luthor's attention. She needn't have bothered; the bald-headed man was intent solely on the reporter's dick. She felt the release of the metal clamp at the base of her cock...and sighed out through her gag at the moment of relief...but it was only so that he could secure the series of rubber rings at the base of the tube securely.

It wasn't like a pussy. Lois didn't know how else to describe it. the rubber rings were cinched tight around the base of her cock, but the foot-long erection was drooping, actually touching the cold metal inner wall of the hollow tube. There was nothing of the warmth and tightness, the hugging and squeezing that had made Lois blow her load so fiercely and terribly.

"Vacuum," Luthor said.

An electric hum began to shake the metal tube. Lois worked quicker, sawing through the cuff on her left wrist. It was almost free...

Then suction hit.

Lois felt her heart leap into her throat. Her dick, the erection slow in the dying, suddenly stiffen and swelled. Veins crawled up the reporter's neck as the skin of her deck seemed to grow taut...it was like her whole appendage was swelling with blood, more than it should ever naturally be able to handle...and she imagined that is exactly what happened. It wasn't a pleasant sensation. It felt wrong. The reporter felt her body shake, the skin around the rubber rings felt ready to break.

"Kryptonite," Luthor said.

Lois could see nothing of what happened inside the metal tube...but her cock burned. Pins and needles pierced her dick to the core, and the upper surface began to feel hot. It was like exposing your skin to the brightest rays of the tropical sun. The reporter had tried a tanning bed once, and it was a sensation like this...but this was a thousand times more intense. The reporter screamed through her gag, not bothering to hide her insistent tugging at her left cuff as her whole cock seemed to be on fire.

"You will appreciate this variety of Kryptonite, Lois," Luthor said absently. "It encourages growth of erectile tissue—a highly specific response, but complementary to the variety of Kryptonite that caused you to grow a penis in the first place. Perhaps when we're done here, we'll see what exposure does to your nipples. It would amuse me to see how large those could get..."

Perspiration beaded the reporter's brow as the cuff came three. Bracing her legs, she reached across her body to worry at the right cuff. Luthor wasn't even watching her, his eyes were fixed on a digital readout on the side of the canister. Something that Lois herself couldn't see. Maria hovered nearby, holding the cable or hose that led from the tip of the tube.

The sensation of her cock was fading now. The pressure was still there, but the pins and needles had ceased, and the burning had stopped, replaced with a kind of ache like she felt after a bad sunburn had healed...but what concerned Lois most was the fact that she could now feel the metal sides of the tube snugly hugging her dick.

"Power off," Luthor said. "Let's see what we have."

The electrical whine ceased. Luthor loosened the rubber seals, and Maria tugged at the chrome cocksleeve. Lois felt her right cuff give way, even as her violet eyes were focused on the immense hunk of girldick that was slowly being drawn into view.

The cock had to be at least four inches in diameter. The tube had actually compressed it, the central vein now as thick as the reporter's thumb. Lois felt slightly nauseous as more and more of the dick came into view. The sides of it had stretched and distorted the black letters of her tattoo, which had already healed. The thickness actually gave the cock a stubby look, even though it had more mass than most human arms...and when it pulled free, the swollen purple head, still pierced by the ring, was as big as an apple.

Lex whipped out a measuring tape. He grinned as he pinned the beginning of it aganst the reporter's sweat-slick pubic hair, the end against the cock-piercing.

"Fifteen inches," he said, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. "Magnificent! And we've confirmed that multiple varieties of Kryptonite can affect the same subject."

"You like my cock, Lex?" Lois said. "Take a close look at it."

The reporter flexed her abdominal muscles, and all fifteen inches of Kryptonian cock leaped up in sudden erection. They hit him with the strength of a train, snapping his head back and sending him sprawling. Lois heard the crack of his head against the floor...but she was already bending down, struggling around the mass of her mammoth erection as she undid the rest of her bonds. Somewhere, she knew, Mercy Graves would be making an emergency call...and Maria, still in her radiation suit, just stood there dumbfounded as Lois ripped herself free...and rushed right past her.

Lois Lane had the presence of mind to grab a labcoat on her way out. The massive erection was cinches tight, in between her breasts, the swelling not going down an inch as she fled into the Metropolis night. Lex Luthor, she knew, would be looking for her...she couldn't go home to her apartment, and had no way to contact Superman. Naked beneath the labcoat, she beat feet to the one place she hoped Luthor wouldn't go looking for her...

Which is why, late that night, Clark Kent in his red and blue pajamas opened the door to his apartment to see the bedraggled form of Lois Lane, the head of an immense dick poking out at the top, bearing a metal piercing like the head of a nail embossed with the letters LL.

"Lois," he said after a moment. "What have you been up to tonight?"

She gave him a crooked grin. "Let a girl in, Smallville, and I'll tell you."

So he did, and she did. The whole sordid tale of her night out, what Lex Luthor had done to her, the path that her decisions had led her down, to end up at Clark Kent's apartment as the sun rose. Exhausted, she half slumped at his kitchen table, sipping at the coffee he had made, and unable to tear her tired eyes away from his tight ass, the muscles clearly defined even in his pajamas. Her dick throbbed. It had been more than four hours, but the erection hadn't subsided.

"Clark," she asked, after all else was said and done. "Do you...like chicks with dicks?"

But his answer, and what they did next, are another story.