End: Hundred Bucks

Catwoman's voice cut above the crowd. Lex Luthor blinked. The bimbofied Lois Lane continued to slurp on his dick.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Hundred bucks, and I'll take her off your hands," the thief said. She lounged back in her tight black outfit, legs crossed, a kitty-got-the-cream smile on her lips.

"That's absurd!" The bald villain said on the stage. "The technology alone to bring her to this state cost milli—"

"How much are your balls going to be worth when Superman fries them?" Catwoman cut him off. "Because while I know he has that 'no ****' rule, something tells me that turning his girlfriend into a brainfried dickgirl is going to make him castrate you."

"I—" Lex Luthor cut back his retort. All eyes in the room were on him. True villains, every one...and not a single one showed any sympathy. He swallowed and straightened up, pulled his dick from the former reporter's mouth.

"Fine, the bid is one hundred dollars..." he said.

"Bid? No, Lex. That's my fee to take her off your hand," Catwoman's smile grew thin. "Cash only, no checks."

Lex Luthor ground his teeth...but his right hand slid into his pocket where he kept his billfold.

"...and then I lifted his wallet on the way out," Catwoman said as she held the hundred-dollar bill up to the light. She lounged against the hood of the Batmobile. Somewhere deep in the cave, a bat squeaked. "How is she?"

Batman and Superman both stood around the Batcave's medical examination table. Sensors flickered over her scalp. Idly, the reporter reached down to stroke her cock, but Batman caught her hand and guided it gently but firmly back toward her side.

"I've never seen brain damage like this," the Dark Knight said, as he glanced at a monitor. "Her blood is full of nanites, an unknown viral load, toxins that are reminiscent of Poison Ivy's. We'll need to call in specialists..."

Superman frowned silently. One hand brushed hair out of Lois Lane's vacant eyes.

"Her DNA...there's something wrong with it," he said softly. "It's...almost Kryptonian."

"Almost?" Batman said.

Superman nodded. "The virus is rewriting her cells, grafting Kryptonian sequences onto the DNA."

Batman rubbed his chin. "That might explain her other physical changes...red kryptonite can cause gross physical alterations."

Bored, Catwoman wandered over. To her eyes, the nearly brainless dickgirl squirmed on the table, her cock rigid and drooling, the blue veins prominent on the hard shaft. The sometimes-villain stepped lightly behind Batman and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Can you do anything for her tonight?" she said.

The caped crusader turned to her. "Probably not," he admitted.

"Then I suggest we go upstairs and give Superman and his...friend...a little privacy," she purred.

Both men looked at her. Catwoman smiled and nodded at the reporter's dick. "She's suffering. Braindead bimbo or not, someone needs to take care of that for it. Might as well be someone she loves."

Batman and Superman stared at each other...and the crimson blush that burned on the Man of Steel's cheeks was all the answer the Dark Knight needed.

"I could use a cup of coffee," Batman said. He offered Catwoman his arm, and she slid hers under his elbow. Together, they walked toward the elevator that led up to the mansion.

Which left just Superman, Lois Lane...and her cock.

The big violet eyes stared at him. There was almost something pleading in that gaze. Superman sighed as he bent over the table...his mouth opened. There were far worse things he would have done for love, and while he had never performed fellatio before, he knew theoretically how it should go.

The dickgirl's lips twitched. Perhaps, deep in her brain, a neuron fired as the Kryptonian's lips slid down her shaft. His tongue slid down the slide of her shaft, and tasted her first smegma...and if anyone had told Lois Lane that she would end her night out with Superman sucking her cock, or that when she exploded into his mouth he would swallow her salty load, she would not have believed them.

Yet that was how the night ended...and as the python between her legs went limp, changes took place within her cortex...new connections made. Whatever transformations she had begun that night were not finished...but that is another story.