End: Lex Luthor Is Experimenting With Kryptonite Because He Has A Micropenis

"They say it looks like a press stud," Maria said quietly, as she squirmed uncomfortably, her pussy utterly stuffed by Lois Lane's cock. "I don't know if he was born that way, or maybe he's intersex or...I don't know. The thing is, they say he has a really small penis. Like, I've seen women bodybuilders abusing steroids with clits that looked bigger than the other girls describe."

"Other girls?" Lois prodded. The reporter was careful to keep the crimson vibrator away from her prick. Maria's cunny already felt so tight that it seemed like it was going to cut her dick right off.

Maria nodded. "I...I recruited them. Like I recruited you. Honeytrap, you know? Just...dose them up with the stuff, expose them to the kryptonite. See what happens. He kept tweaking the formula. You're the first...the first one that really works..."

"And that," Lex Luthor's voice came from behind Lois Lane. "Is why I need you to hand that vibrator to me, Miss Lane."

The reporter twisted. She could feel an ache build at the base of her prick. A pressure. A need. Yet a shiver ran down her spine as she turned to see Lex Luthor stand behind her, in a white labcoat, bald head gleaming. Beside him, Mercy Graves stood, a cattle prod in her hand.

"Size troubles, Lex?" Lois Lane said.

"Not for long," he said levelly. "Hand me the vibrator."

"And if I don't?" Lois said.

"Then Mercy will shock you. We'll take the vibrator from your twitching fingers. Then throw you naked into the alley, with your cock hanging out for everyone to see. Or...you can hand it over, and perhaps we'll give you the antidote," Luthor said levelly.

The reporter chewed that thought. It wasn't that she minded having a cock—but all her life, she had identified as a woman. Having a penis would definitely require some drastic changes in her life. At the same time, the reporter knew that she couldn't just let Luthor get away with this. Somehow, she had to do something.

"He's lying," Maria said, beneath Lois. "There isn't an antidote. All the other women, they haven't changed back yet. That's why they haven't been seen. He's been keeping them in the lab, trying to figure out how to make them normal again."

"Chatty bitch," Mercy Graves said. The bodyguard stepped forward, jammed the cattle prod at the reporter's buttocks—and Lois Lane threw herself aside. Maria screamed as the swollen, plus-sized prick pulled out of her. A hot blast of splooge spurted out in a white ribbon that caught Mercy right across the eyes...

...so that she didn't see Lois grab the shock rod and stab it into Lex Luthor's ankle. The billionaire mad scientist convulsed, bladder letting go as the voltage ripped through his body, every muscle contracting at once. Mercy landed on her left arm, tried to spin, and the reporter tore the cattle prod out of her grasp.

The next few moments were confused. Lois was aware of stabbing and shocking Mercy and Luthor repeatedly, her own cock twitching as the abrupt ejaculation continued, and Lois clutched the vibrator in her right hand so tightly that it cut into her palm.

"Oh fuck," Maria said. "You tazed my boss! It's like, the American dream."

"Maria?" Lois said. "Focus. Telephone, clothes. And if either of these fuckers twitches, stab them with the cattle prod."

Which is what happened. When the Justice League arrived, Lois Lane and Maria were in borrowed bathrobes. Batman had a lead-lined box to secure the crimson vibrator. Wonder Woman and Green Lantern took Maria downstairs to find the lab and free the other women. Superman helped take Luthor and Graves into custody.

Which just left Lois Lane and her not-so-little problem.

"It might take some time to find a cure," the Man of Steel told her. She stared up at him, not sure what was different about him. Some of his confidence seemed to be gone. Then she realized that he was blushing. "In the meantime, have you, uh...thought about exploring the possibilities?"

Lois Lane raised an eyebrow. "Superman. Are you asking if you can suck my dick?"

The Last Son of Krypton blushed brighter and coughed in embarrassment...but he didn't say no.

"Well," Lois said, licking her lips. She put a hand on the front of her robe to keep her erection from showing. "I suppose you can try. It's awfully big..."

If anyone had told Lois Lane that at the end of the night, she would be seated on a chair, legs spread, while Superman was on his knees and trying to deepthroat her cock with all the enthusiasm of a 30-year-old virgin otaku who finally found a dickgirl in real life...well, she might have believed them. The world was, after all, far stranger than she thought. Such things happen.

As she relaxed into the back of the chair, one hand lightly resting on Superman's hair, the reporter thought back to all the decisions se had made that had led to this point. The strange journey her night out had taken her on. The stranger destination she had arrived at. A part of her wondered what might have happened, if she had done things just a little differently.

Not that she minded the way things had ended this time in the least.