End: Lois Lane's Big Fat Kryptonian Wedding

"Don't worry about your clothes," Supergirl said as she helped Lois out of the wreckage of the hospital bed. The reporter leaned on the young woman's shoulder, getting used to walking with the new testicles between her legs, afraid she'd crush them—and the precious embryos within—if she tried to walk normally. "Lex promised to have everything ready..."

"Ready?" Lois felt like a broken record. Actually, staring down at her flaccid cock and the big, pink, hairless orbs hanging beneath them, she was pretty sure other things had broken loose inside of her two. The pain was mostly gone, but there was an uncomfortable pressure.

Kara led Lois through the door...Lois was dimly aware that they were in a tiled hallway, like you would find in a hospital...and then they stepped into the room across from it.

Lois remembered the first time that she had visited Superman's Fortress of Solitude. The great crystal spikes like ice, that sometimes look natural but then were shaped, very unnaturally, into cyclopean arches and platforms. The kind of architecture that mental giants might make on a doomed world, where everyone wore capes. These crystals had mostly been shaped into a kind of dais near the far wall, which rose above the room in three gentle steps.

Power Girl was there on the lowest step, the busty blonde chatting with Lex Luthor. Superman was on the second step, studying the pale crystal on the walls. They all turned as Supergirl and Lois walked in.

"H-hi," Lois waved.

"Lois! Oh my god, congratulations!" Power Girl rushed forward and enveloped the reporter in a hug. Whatever the reporter had been thinking was instantly smooshed out of her head by the great pillowy tits she found herself buried in. "Come on, we have to get you dressed!"

The reporter let herself be **** away. Superman glanced at her, only very briefly, and then walked over to Supergirl.

In yet another hospital room, Power Girl released Lois, who gasped for breath.

"You are just so radiant, I cannot believe you are pregnant. This is so exciting!" The muscular blonde opened a long white box and tore through tissue paper. "Look! Kal and I got it for you as a wedding present."

"Wedding..." Lois managed...and then gasped.

It was pure white, with a skirt that came down to just above the knee. White boots. A cape, of course, a deep red that Lois immediately recognized as Superman scarlet. The white shirt had long sleaves that ended in lacy frills like a wedding gown...and on the chest, emblazoned there for all to see, was the S-shield. Symbol of the House of El. The family of Supergirl and Superman.

Lois Lane's new balls—eggsacks?—felt painfully swollen. But what caused her to **** up right then was sheer emotion. They wanted Lois as part of the family. She was getting married.

Power Girl helped her dress. No panties, Lois noticed. The blonde Kryptonian said it was better to let them hang free, something about better temperature regulation, and the dickgirl reporter wasn't about to argue. She smoothed the shirt on her flat stomach.

Guess I never have to worry about losing my figure, she joked to herself.

"Nervous?" Power Girl asked.

"A little," Lois admitted.

"Don't be." The blonde settled the cape over Lois Lane's shoulders, careful of her hair. "You're going to be a great mother."

When Lois stepped back into the crystal room, which she thought of as a chapel, she saw that Kara—Supergirl—had changed too. A matching outfit, white shirt and skirt, red cape. She stood waiting for Lois on the lowest step.

Lex Luthor and an older gentleman, dressed in black tuxedos, stood to one side. Power Girl left to stand next to them.

Superman stood on the first step, in his traditional outfit. He opened his hands, two bright things flashing.

"I made you rings," he said simply. Lois Lane stared at the two heavy gold bands, each set with a massive chunk of crystal...no, Lois told herself. Diamond. Superman would squeeze lumps of carbon into diamond, just for them.

Hand in hand, Lois and Kara ascended to the topmost dais.

The pregnant dickgirl reporter turned to her lover.

"I don't...I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do."

Kara took the reporter's hands in her own. "Do you want to marry me? Be with me? Make love to me? Carry my babies?"

Heart ready to explode out of her chest, Lois nodded. Her voice sounded far away in her ears as she said: "Yes, I do."

"Then welcome to the House of El," Supergirl told her.

Leaning forward, their lips met. Lois closed her eyes. There was a pilot smattering of applause. Kara's tongue slipped into the reporter's mouth. The Kryptonian's hands slipped around Lois Lane's waist, hugging her close. The dickgirl's cock, unbounded by underwear, immediately began to rise...

The applause died down as Kara gently but excitedly lowered her blushing bride to the floor. Lois felt that hand grasp the base of her cock, guiding it back into that waiting pussy.

Lex Luthor coughed gently. They broke the kiss just as Supergirl slid the cock inside her snatch.

"This is the justice of the peace," he explained, indicating the old man by his side, who held a kind of table with a printed form on it. "While you are married according to Kryptonian law, this is America. If the two of you would take a moment to sign the wedding license?"

Without disengaging, Kara grabbed the pen and scribbled something on the proferred piece of paper. She sank down on the swollen cock just as Lois grabbed the pen. Carefully, Lois tried to make a legible signature as her wife began rutting herself on the dickgirl's hard cock.

"Thank you kindly," the old man said, features flushed. "Good luck to you both."

Lois Lane smiled a thank you as the crowd began to leave. On top of the pregnant dickgirl, her wife was working herself into a sexual frenzy.

"Thanks," the reporter croaked, wondering when this night would end...and if she would be able to walk when it was done. "I think I'm going to need it."

Yet right then and there, Lois Lane knew there wasn't anywhere she'd rather be in the whole wide world.