End: Lois Impregnates Her And Anyone Else That Comes In The Bathroom That Night

A deep animal grunt burst from deep inside Lois Lane's chest. Muscles tensed and squeezed on a semen-swollen seminal vesicle, propelling a virile load up the well-traveled path. Instinctively, the reporter's hands shifted, grabbing a hold of Tonya Wong's ass and crushing her cunt down as far as it would go onto the shaft. The dickgirl reporter's every instinct now was to get her splooge as deep inside of the little Asian fuckmeat in her lap, to drown her eggs in semen...and Tonya shook and squealed with delight.

In a pure breeding rage, the reporter rose off the toilet, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten as she slammed the small woman's back against the wall. Now braced, the reporter thrust, heavy bolts of cum shooting forth, and it felt for a moment like her gonads were churning out new sperm nearly as fast as she could ejaculate, so that in moments the young woman's fertile pussy was a frothy, dripping mess. Panting as sudden sanity returned to her, Lois eased TOnya down onto the floor, the young woman smiling blissfully.

"The...the Kryptonite that Lex used on you...he said they hadn't tried it before..." Tonya gasped. "He said it didn't just give you a dick. It gave you...the male version of our surrogate breeder response. You just want to...impregnate...every cunt you come across..."

A stupid, ditzy smile crossed Tonya's face as Lois pulled her cock out. White sperm dripped from the end of the still half-erect dick, into the frothy mess that was the young Asian woman's well-spunked slit. The reporter felt suddenly almost ill, nausea gripping at her guts, warring with an unnatural sense of pride. What she had just done...it was totally unlike her. Like with Maria earlier, but this time, this time Lois had known what was going to happen.

"I'm a monster," she gasped, and backed away from the naked young bitch, who moved one hand down to her sperm-slick slit and began to rub her clit.

The door burst open behind her, and Lois turned, her traitorous cock immediately swelling hard again, as though it could sense the presence of unimpregnated quim...and Lois Lane's heart sank as she recognized the naked forms of the other three missing women she had come to find. Diana Reynolds with her reddish copper hair and green eyes, Mara de la Cruz with her big saggy tits and wide hips, blonde Jenny Dunlap with the thin athletic physique of the Modern Dance major...

It was like a red flag descended over Lois Lane's vision. Her cock, never entirely soft, became like a rod of steel. Superhuman strength flooded her limbs as ancient Kryptonian genes triggered a primal mating urge. The dickgirl reporter swept through them, and the eager bitches bent over into a kind of human pyramid, Mara on bottom and skinny Jenny on top, their pussies all in a row.

Lois Lane wouldn't remember much of the rest of the night. Hot cunts squeezed at her cock. Aching urethra burned painfully with each shot. She panted and sweated, fat burning off of her as her body gave over everything it had to humping and pumping the fat stack of pussies. It was an erotic nightmare, fever-dreams assailing her as she imagined herself in terrible elseworlds, defiling princesses and fending off sword-strokes with her mighty cock, or trapped in some ancient primal Earth and deflowering the virign daughters of the Earth goddess like some dickgirl demigod of ancient times, here to sow a new race upon the primeval world. Her hands grabbed at the mound of flesh before her, squeezing tit and lovehandle, ass and belly, babbling strange things from her waking fuck-dream...

Was it all indeed a dream, when at last her strength gave out? When she collapsed helpless on the floor, and Tonya Wong held the reporter's head in her lap and poured salty-water into her mouth from a bottle, as the women took their turns riding her still-erect rod. Until it oozed with spent cum and pussy juice from four different cunnies.

The last hours, Lois Lane was in the full grips of the fever. Barely able to move, her whole body burned as it fought the strange virus. Her cock erupted every fifteen minutes, whether there was a cunt on it or not, and the reporter had a vague impression of a line of women, young and old, fat and thin, ugly and beautiful, all with hungry eyes as they spread their legs and knelt and pushed her aching cockhead between their thighs to receive her blessing.

When the dawn came...and it had to be dawn...the reporter lay spent. Her ribs showed, and her body looked drawn. She had fucked off pounds of fat and water weight, and her cock, though it trembled periodically, had nothing more to give except a thin, clear ooze. Skin had been scraped off behind the glans, which was red and raw, almost bloody-looking in parts, and the whole of the mighty shaft was white, dry, and patchy.

Yet the fever had broken...and she turned her head, aching eyes opening to peer blearily at the figure that stood over her.

Light glinted off his bald head. Lex Luthor rarely smiled, but there was a kind of smug smirk that twisted his mouth now.

"I want to thank you Lois, for participating in tonight's little experiment," he said. "I would advise that you get plenty of rest and fluids. You'll want to build up your strength."

"Why?" she croaked, barely able to move.

"Because all the semen you've ejaculated tonight is but a drop in the ocean. Birthrates across the civilized world are falling. We need breeders...and we need people to breed them. You impregnated quite a number of women tonight, Lois," his smirk broke into a nasty grin, showing teeth. "And you're going to breed many, many more."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. Unable to even think of a clever response, or even a denial. Because in truth she could feel it still happening inside of her body...the pressure building, the muscles repairing themselves stronger than before. The strange, terrible urge still present, back in her mind. Whatever Kryptonian gene sequence that Lex Luthor's technology had unlocked, Lois Lane knew that now she wasn't a woman any more...she was a stud. With a need to breed...