End: Lois Is Zapped By The Preggo Ray

Lois stared at the buckle a heartbeat too long, mind still weirdly compliant, fingers moving stubbornly slowly over her engorged teats. Behind her, a high-pitched electrical whine hit a crescendo and a sudden warmth washed over her backside, focused on her exposed pussy lips. The reporter tried to moan around the tube dumping the feed directly into her stomach, but even to her ears it came out less as a tearful noooo... and more as a plaintive moooo...

Heat began to lance deep within the core of Lois' being. She had often thought, when sexually excited, about the wet heat that radiated from her genitals, the pleasant burn of friction while fucking, the little sting after she shaved off most of her pubic hair—but this was different. This was the condensed heat of a summer day in Arizona, her gaping pussy held open by the steel speculum **** Valley in miniature.

It was like a miniature sun being pointed straight at her womb, and for a moment Lois was afraid—afraid she would be baked to ****, cored out by the laser. Except as the dull heat spread outward through her body, heart pounding, veins on fire, the hucow began to shake, an uncontrollable tremor moving through her body... and behind her the sound of raised voices.

Desperately, Lois struggled with the buckle across her breasts, shaking hands making the task even more difficult. The strap was digging painfully into the sensitive tissue now, and a rising tide of nausea was causing her overfull stomach to churn...and then...

A sort of calm descended on Lois. She was no longer shaking. The high-pitched voices had softened to single, steady tones. The heat washing over her genitals and flowing through her had turned into a gentle warmth, like a favorite blanket taken straight off the clothesline on a sunny summer day.

It was almost like when Lois had been staring dazedly at the green screen, enrapt in the mystery of the endless emerald fields...it wasn't that her mind was shut off, but her awareness now seemed so much sharper, more present. She could still feel the heat of the laser playing on and into her pussy. The slow gurgle of the nutrient goo being fed into her stomach...in fact, she could follow that mush as it was processed within her, body ultra-efficiently processing it, sending the nutrients out to where they were needed in her body...

Super-speed, Lois realized. My body is moving at super-speed. I have super-senses. Is this...is this what it's like for Superman?

Absently, Lois knew her heart must be beating like a butterfly, blood racing through her veins at speeds and pressures that would kill a normal human being. She could feel her pregnancy now—she could smell and taste her hormone levels shifting as the zygote implanted, body processes devoting more resources to her womb to her breasts...the milk glands which Lex had thought would take hours to begin were already beginning to produce.

With a calm fascination, Lois realized she could feel all the invisible changes her body was making as her milk ducts grew and shifted, mucous membranes thickened, the slight pressure in her stomach where the embryo, dividing and multiplying at a superhuman rate, was already growing. She lowered her head, straps snapping with almost impossible ease, and stared down the length of the table.

She couldn't see past her breasts. Then she could. Not past them, but through them, the skin seeming to grow transparent as she stared through arteries, yellow fat, pink milk glands and ducts, red meat of muscles tissue and...and her vision focused in on the little figure, nestled deep within her. Lois couldn't guess at what stage of development it was, but she could make out the dark orbs of the eyes, the curiously elongated head, the little flipper-like arms.

"Hello..." She whispered.

It was hard to judge time, though she knew several minutes must have passed, though subjectively it felt like she had been under the ray for hours or days. She could feel her weight shift as the pounds of nutrient being poured into her were distributed to her swelling breasts and small build-ups of fat around her hips and thighs for the growing baby. Not a molecule wasted.

Other things were happening around her. Those strange pitches that were people talking—Lois thought, if she concentrated, that she could make out what they were saying, but it was so slow, and she was so enthralled in the elegant ballet that was her pregnancy. The way her super-sensitive nipples now rested on the countertop, the steel speculum crumpling a little as she flexed her pussy...

It wasn't entirely pleasant. The electronics made an unpleasant high-pitched hum, and there were old, ugly smells in the lab—fear, blood, and decay—and newer smells as the mayfly figures suddenly broke into their own panic states. When the straps supporting her weight dug too unpleasantly into her skin, Lois took a deep breath...and casually floated, just a little above the table, in the same position.

So easy, the hucow thought. No wonder Superman does this all the time.

...and then something happened, too fast for even Lois to see or hear. A crash of something breaking. A red and blue blur crossed her vision, and the heat on her pussy disappeared, and there was somebody beside her, lifting her chin up. His hand felt strong and warm against her skin, and he smelled good. Like a sunny day. Her eyes grazed over the familiar shield on the broad, muscled chest, into the deep blue eyes that always reminded her of an endless sky.

"Lois," the voice was soft, with just a touch of a Kansas accent. "Can you understand me?"

The reporter wiggled her nose, then stared cross-eyed at the feeding tube.

Gently, her savior pulled the hose out of her mouth. As he did, the heat dissipated from her body, and Lois became aware of a gently dulling of her senses. Her heart slowed down to a more normal pulse. Her body settled down once more into the hanging straps, feeling a bit heavier, and especially tight across her abdomen. Her breasts, she suddenly realized, were terribly sore and felt full in a way that she had never experienced before.

"Mooo..." Lois said, smiling happily as she stared at Superman.

"That...should wear off in a couple of days." Lex Luthor's voice came from somewhere outside her vision.

"If it doesn't, there is nowhere you can hide from me." The Man of Steel promised. "And the other women?"

"Already released on their own recognizance. I tell you, this facility is completely above-board, all procedures voluntary..."

Superman studiously ignored Luthor. With infinite care and attention, the Kryptonian undid the straps, letting Lois settle onto the tabletop—and then scooped her into his arms, her heavy breasts sitting in her lap over the almost-imperceptible swell of her belly. Lois cuddled into those strong arms.

She didn't have to moo...but it had been a wild night, and her tits were aching, even leaking a little into his suit. Right now, all she wanted was for her bull to take her home and milk her.

Well, Lois thought with a smile, feeling the dampness in her pussy. Maybe I can get him to help me with one other thing.