End: Lois Lane Gains Influence...And A New Kink

Lois Lane couldn't see or feel any immediate effects. Nor could Circe who, exhausted and spent, released the reporter from her chastity and sent her on her way. So it was in the early hours of the night, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter found herself on the streets of Metropolis, with little reminder of the strange events of the night other than the brand that Circe had placed just above her pussy.

As she walked, to clear her head, and felt the cool air against her skin, the reporter found herself touching that spot with her hand, every now and again. She couldn't forget the sensation of her fingers in Circe's asshole. The strange thrill that had gone through her at the hot, pulsing channel that squeezed her hand. The sense of achievement when Blaze had been pushed beyond her limits.

A little erotic shiver went through Lois as she realized something about herself. She wanted to feel that again.

She found her gaze linger on every man she passed. Not looking at their crotches so much as their buttocks as they passed. She imagined the little prostates hidden behind their tight little holes. Wondered what they would sound like when she slipped a finger in. The cute little gasps and sighs. Squeezing on her finger until it hurt. Their baby batter would dribble out of their little peckers, stiff or soft.

Every step toward her apartment, the new kink grew in Lois Lane's mind. Her fantasy seemed to expand as she began to think about the men at her workplace. Jimmy Olsen with his tight little ass, already half a twink. Perry White, the grizzled editor who was probably so backed up his prostate was the size of her fist already. Clark Kent...

A soft, warm glow filled Lois Lane as she thought about her hunky farmboy. Tall and broad-shouldered, if he only stood a little straighter and ditched the glasses, he would rival Superman's manly frame. Yet right now she wondered what kind of buttocks all of his years of lifting haystacks and manhandling cows had given him. Lois imagined him on his hands and knees, naked, in her bed. Her left hand would fondle those big, sweaty balls...in her mind's eye, they were the size of a prize bull's...and his ass would be so sensitive, so...virginal.

Lois was so wrapped up in her fantasy that she didn't even see Clark when she ran into him, standing right outside her apartment.

"Smallville!" she said, and blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here!?"

Clark looked down at her, and his clothes looked rumpled as if he had thrown them on hastily, his tie loose, top button unbuttoned so she could see a few hairs from his chest. His face a mask of confusion.

"I don't know, Lois. I was just getting ready for bed when I got a sudden urge to come see you. I...I was having this weird dream..." He said, and his voice trailed off and his cheeks blushed. Lois smiled up at him.

"Oh? Was it a nice dream?" she said, and pressed her breasts against him. "Was I in it?"

"I...uh...yes?" he admitted, and there was a wicked gleam in Lois Lane's eyes. Two gleams, two sparks of green flame in the darkness in the middle of her pupils. She stared into his eyes and held Clark Kent captivated.

"You'll have to come inside and tell me ALL about it," Lois said, as she opened the door. Instinctively, her hand found his ass and squeezed the hard muscle there. Surprising herself in her boldness, but also surprised at how Clark didn't even flinch. "We'll get to the bottom of things, Smallville. I promise."

Like a zombie, Clark Kent shuffled into Lois Lane's apartment, totally under her influence. Dawn broke over Metropolis, and the first rays of the sun would shine through the glass door of her balcony into the bedroom, where a befuddled and very aroused Clark Kent was on his knees in Lois Lane's bed...and Lois Lane's tongue ran around and around the super-tight sphincter, a sensation he had never before experienced.

Neither of them knew, just then, what had led them to this outcome. Yet as Lois Lane's night ended, they were both sure that new experiences awaited both of them.