End: Lois Lane Takes A Leap of Faith

Lois Lane took off her heels. She backed up, away from the edge of the pit that swarmed with disembodied pricks.

This was what her night out had come to. Disappearing dicks, men growing pussies, a feminized Superman, a dickgirl Wonder Woman. Strange shrines, cultists, blowjobs...it seemed insane. An erotic nightmare. Something that would put her therapist's kids through college.

The reporter grinned as she dropped down into a runner's position, her back foot on the lowest step of the stairs. She had gone to Olympic training camps to interview athletes, and worked through their exercises. They were far above anywhere Lois would ever be, but her body remembered the form, she remembered the lessons.

Speed. Eye on target. No hesitation.

Three deep breaths. A burst of speed. Her toes touched the lip of the pit. She flung herself forward.

It was like flying.

Not for the first time, Lois Lane realized how much she loved her life. She loved the craziness of it. The endless possibilities. Up above, Wonder Woman and Superman were distracting the cultists. It made Lois Lane's cheeks burn to think of it. Superbitch had looked so cute, embarrassed and subservient to the big-dicked Amazon. Rat had seen all of his masculinity drained away just coming near this place.

The moment before Lois Lane's feet touched the ledge on the far end of the pit, she wondered if one of the cocks in it was Rat's. Stolen from him. Trapped here. Who was behind this and why, Lois Lane didn't know. Yet she wanted to find out.

On the narrow ledge, Lois Lane reached up and clung to an arch of stone. Her balance was precarious. She had no idea how she would get back over the squirming pit to safety. Or what she was doing now.

Before her were the two idols. One, the original of the fertility statue on the shrine. The one that had turned Rat from male to female. The other, the demonic red thing with the massive prick...could that be what let women still the masculinity from men? The reporter gnawed on the idea. She had to do something...

...then she heard a step upon the stair. The reporter turned, too quickly. Her feet touched something sticky and liquid, slid out from under her. Desperately, Lois Lane scrabbled at the idols...grabbed them both...and fell backwards.

Into the pit.

Squirming pricks swallowed her immediately. The smell of them washed over her. The warm, wiggling feel. They sought every crevice in her clothes. Moved with terrible speed and strength. The reporter squirmed backed as she sank deeper into the pit. Cocks poked at her eyes and she shut them tight. They slid up the legs of her pants. Smeared pre-cum over her lips. The idols seemed bear her down.

The air grew too close to breathe. The cocks wiggled around her as in a great mating ball. Something tore through her pants and and panties, plunged straight into her pussy. Lois fought back a moan at the sudden, unexpected penetration. Then her back touched bottom.

With that leverage, even with dozens of dicks crawling up her pants and poking at her pussy, the reporter could get her feet under her. Carrying both idols was a struggle. As Lois stood, the cocks still wiggling all over her, she gripped the gravid idol between her knees. Raised herself up, the red, phallic demon-idol in her hands. A vague idea to set it on the ledge by the stair and haul herself up.

Except Rat was there. Rat, who looked like a young woman dressed in her big brother's clothes. Something was smeared on her lips. Tears flowed down her face.

"I want my dick back!" Rat whispered as she pulled the red idol from the reporter's hands...brought it up above her head...and smashed it down.

The explosion was like seven thunders crashing at once. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the old stones of the church groaned. Dozens of cocks burst in showers of semen, including the one in her pussy...a shock like a water balloon stuffed into her cunny that suddenly was pricked...and Rat collapsed onto the ground.

Lois Lane crawled out of the now-empty pit, cum dripping out of the hole rent in her pants.

Metropolis quickly got used to Superwoman flying around the office. The Daily Planet got used to Clara Kent, though the reporter's transition had been a surprise to them all. Later, Wonder Woman told Lois what the mystics had found—that all the stolen masculinity had been bound up in that red idol, the plan of some terrible demon, and when it had been destroyed all the dicks tied to it simply vanished.

Lois still talked to Rat on occasion. She was not quite over the loss of her prick. Of being a woman permanently. The transition had been a fundamental shock. Yet she found that it was easier for a Goth girl to get a date. Being a lesbian suited her.

As for the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...she often thought back to that night out, whenever she looked over her swelling stomach to read the weight on the scale. The gravid idol sat on the bureau in her bedroom now, and sometimes Lois traced the spirals on its bloated belly with her fingers, even as she traced the imaginary lines on her own flesh.

She wasn't sure whose it was. She hadn't had any lovers after that night. Yet her period hadn't come, nor the next one. Her breasts had started to ache, she was tired all the time, putting on weight...the test had been a formality.

"It's okay, baby," Lois whispered as she stared at the idol. "It'll all be okay. You're my little blessing from the Goddess..."