End: Lois Lane Is Officially A Little Person

New memories flooded the reporter's brain.

How one day, her father had told her that she would simply stop growing.

Watching her little sister shoot up past her.

The cruel names children called her. Little Lois. Lois the Leprechaun.

Struggling through school. Needing special pedals when she learned to drive. Not willing to let her lack of height define who she was or what she could do.

Puberty hitting her like a truck. Tits exploding overnight, ass piling on pounds of thiccness. The way the men and women started to look at her.

It was hard enough to be a woman in journalism school, much less being 3'6" with a 36E-cup and a ghetto booty. Lois Lane had put up with a lot of stares, been the butt of a lot of jokes.

She had also gotten a lot of dick.

As Lois Lane moaned around the cock in her mouth, the cock in her pussy, and the thumb squeezed into her asshole, she remembered her first day at the Daily Planet. Headbutting Clark Kent in the crotch. He had been so utterly scared he'd hurt her...but all Lois could think about was how thick his cock had felt. The smell of his balls. It had been the easiest thing in the world to get Smallville to make it up to her with dinner.

She had moved on him, the poor Kansas farmboy utterly unprepared for the shortstack that had no qualms about tackling him and shoving her tits in his face. Pulling off his pants to free the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Giving him the first titjob of his sexually deprived life.

The first, but not the last. Lois had thought of him as a conquest...liked to cuddle next to him in bed and run her stubby fingers through the thick hair on his massively muscled chest. Most of her life had been one-night stands, parties, people that wanted to fuck the freak...and Lois had let them. She enjoyed sex. Was built for it. Most guys didn't want anything except a morning blowjob where Lois had to stand on her toes to suck their balls.

Clark was the first one to wake her up in the morning by going down on her. His face buried between her thick thighs, stubby legs wrapped around his ears, moaning as he brought her off...and then he looked at her, as she panted and chest heaved, his face flushed so hot that his glasses were steaming, and asked if she wanted to stay for breakfast.

It was the first time she had felt that Clark might be different. The first step toward what would become a serious relationship, not just a casual hook-up. Something that might not have happened, if Lois wasn't short and stacked.

A shudder went through Blaze's cock as the temporal changes caught up to the present. Lois Lane grinned around the cock in her mouth. Smallville should be coming in any second now.

There was a breeze. A sudden glurk from behind Lois. A rough exit as cocks and thumb pulled out of her holes. Coughing and sputtering, the fun-size reporter turned away from the mirror and smiled as she saw her fiance holding a writhing scarlet figure by the throat. The naked demonic figure had an overall feminine form, but a stiff cock swung uselessly between her legs, and dark horns curled back from a broad brow. As Superman held her at arm's length, her claws swiped at his face, coming up short of ruining his handsome face.

"Hey love," Lois said with a grin. "Found the supervillain behind those missing women!"

"You sure did, Lois," Superman said, unhooking his cape with one hand and handing it to her. "Just give me a moment here."

"Hurry!" The short reporter said, rubbing her cunny as she took the cape. "She got me all hot and bothered!"

Superman grinned...and there ensued a scene of unimaginable ****. Too late, Blaze learned that Lois Lane's influence on the Man of Steel...and when the Justice League finally arrived, they arrested the broken, bloody thing that had once been a Queen of Hell. Lois was wrapped in Superman's cape, her oversized breasts clearly visible as twin swells beneath the red fabric.

Clark kneeled down to kiss her...he never had a problem with going down to her level, and she loved him for it.

"Come on, Smallville," Lois said as she wrapped her short arms around his neck. "Take me home. Your 'Little Woman' needs some tender loving care!"

"You've never been 'little' to me, Lois," he said as he squeezed her to his chest. "You're just the right size."

Lois Lane's night out came to an end, the reporter unaware of how her body and life had been tampered with. Yet for all that she was not a shorter and sexier version of herself, she remained Lois Lane...the Greatest Reporter of the Daily Planet...and now, Superman's fiance and personal cumbucket.

She wouldn't have it any other way.