End: Lois Lane Has Grabbed Lex Luthor

Lex Luthor was inarguably a genius. One of the most intelligent men in the world. Endlessly creative. Ruthless and amoral. With only his mind, he could devise plans against the most powerful beings on Earth...and beyond. A chessmaster with schemes within schemes.

None of which mattered when a giant, naked, and extremely angry woman swallowed him in her grip.

"Mercy!" Lex shouted.

Probably there was more. No doubt that Lex Luthor had a backup plan, even for this bizarre eventuality, or one not unlike it. He would have some clever backup, of which Mercy Graves would play some key role.

Unfortunately, whatever instruction Luthor had for her was lost in the roar as Lois carried out her threat.

The most brilliant man on the planet was yanked into the crowded hallway. Unable to move, crushed so hard that bones broke in his arms. Stoically, the bald billionaire clung onto consciousness...and then he saw where Lois was positioning him.

Her cheeks were like a pair of small cars. The great brown divot of her asshole flexed, a living orifice as big as a manhole. Belatedly, the sprinklers burst on, and as they soaked Lex Luthor he realized this would just lubricate his passage.

"Damn you, Lois!" he shouted. "What would Su—"

Lex Luthor's face was pressed into the dark folds, and whatever words he had were muffled by the reporter's gigantic asshole. The great sphincter flexed and sucked his head in deeper. With his arm's broken, Luthor could only kick helplessly as he was thrust head-first into a darkness beyond anything he had ever dreamed.

"WHAT WAS THAT LEX?" Lois Lane taunted. "CAN'T HEAR YOU! TRY SPEAKING LOUDER!"

The reporter chuckled in dark mirth as her grip shifted and she pressed the billionaire in deeper. Even wet as Luthor was, it wasn't exactly a pleasant sensation, as his shoulders spread her once-virgin ass wider...but there wasa grim and terrible satisfaction for Lois in the knowledge that as much of a pain in the ass Luthor was for her, the experience for him was far, far worse.

For the first time in her life, Lois Lane realized the truth in Shakespeare's line "O, it is excellentTo have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant."

Except she didn't stop. Lois grinned and bared it as she stuffed Luthor deeper into her ass. His pants tore off as she fixed her grip on his legs. Mercy Graves, pistol drawn, emerged from the wreckage of the lab. The giant reporter turned her head to regard her. The pistol looked like something suitable for a G. I. Joe figurine.

"Where's Mr. Luthor!?" Mercy screamed.

Lois Lane's grin was maniac. Her fingers curled as she **** the last of him into her anus. A warm, comfortable presence. As he squirmed, the reporter could feel a pleasant sensation in her pussy. For the first time in her life, she had a dim understanding of why people were attracted to gerbiling as a kink.

Not that she would ever treat a harmless animal like that.

"WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE," Lois said...and turned away from Mercy, to crash further through the building.

There was a series of sharp pings. Less than bee stings, at this height. Lois Lane punched through brick and wood; even cinderblock gave way...and finally, she broke through into the clean night air.

The giant woman sucked in a lungful of the outside air...and smiled as she realized that Lex Luthor, still trapped in her colon, was sucking down lungfuls of her farts. The naked reporter stood up, hands on her hips, in the alley between buildings.

At some point, Lois Lane knew, a superhero would be by. Maybe Superman. They would figure out how to return her to normal size. And before that happened, Lois Lane would have to pop a squat and squeeze Lex Luthor out of her body, so that they could arrest his broken, half-dead body. A part of the reporter was actually looking forward to it.

I hope this night out doesn't awaken a new kink in me, Lois Lane said ass she rubbed at the tiny wounds where Mercy Graves had shot at her. Because satisfying a giantess fetish is going to be really difficult.

A prophetic thought, though Lois Lane had no way of knowing that. In fact, Lois wasn't the only one to develop a new kink on her night out...but that is a different story.