End: Lois Lane Takes The Bizarro Prick Up Her Ass

The reporter pulled her face off of the distorted pale prick, strands of blue-limned saliva running down from the flattened head. She panted and held the beast of a half-hard prick with both hands, unwilling to let the elephant's trunk go. Drunk on the strangely addictive spunk, the reporter's head swam with a strange, bizarre logic. This magnificent monster of cock was too big for her pussy...

...but not her ass. Not if she had help.

"Maria," Lois burbled, her throat thick with jizz and phlegm. The reporter swallowed hard and stood up, back to the wall. The eyes of the weird suited figure burned a cold blue, as if he could stare straight through the glass. "You no help me! No help me take this cock!"

Even as the words tumbled out of her mouth, Lois knew they were the wrong ones. Yet the masturbating woman smiled wickedly, as if she understood exactly what the reporter meant.

With both hands, Lois Lane held the half-hard cock against her asshole. She bit her lower lip, not sure if in her madness she hadn't broken off more than she could chew. It felt massive...like trying to shove an apple up her tiny, tight anus. Then Maria grabbed the reporter's shoulders. Her grin was maniac. Utterly deranged. Like she needed to see the reporter's ass split open on this beast to really get off.

Then she pushed.

Even slick with all of her spit, even though she relaxed her ass as much as she could, Lois Lane was certain that if the pale cock had been fully hard, it would have torn through her pussy and ass and burst out through her stomach. As it was, the rubbery prick compressed...the flat head, which freely leaked blue ooze, squished against that tiny hole. From beyond the glass, there was a deep, gutteral groan...and then Lois felt it push in.

She gasped. Stretched. Face flushed. Legs suddenly weak. Her stomach burned where all the strange sperm swirled around in her stomach. Maria's pressure on the reporter's shoulders was constant, and slowly...achingly slowly...Lois felt herself pushed backward onto that dick. The rubbery prick slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. Stretched her tiny hole to its limit.

"Me can take it!" Lois panted, panic in her voice. "Me ass no break! He no split me in two!"

Maria grinned maliciously as the reporter clung to her arms.

"You're doing great, Lois. Just...a little more..."

So fixated were both women, that neither noticed that the owner of the cock had his own thoughts. Like Frankenstein's monster, the figure lurched forward suddenly...and the thick, one-way glass shattered completely as he stepped onto the other side of the glory hole. Massive, pale, rough hands grabbed the reporter's hips...and tore what was left of the reporter's clothes away from her.

"Bizarro turned off," he grunted. "Me am no want to put baby in that loose ass!"

One great hand clamped onto Lois Lane's left breast. The other clung to her hip. Where they touched her, the soft pink flesh turned pale and rough. Lois Lane had no idea what Lex Luthor had dosed her with; had no conception of what the interaction between a Kryptonian retrovirus and Bizarro physiology would result in. Yet inside her body, the reporter's physiology was already changing. Her gastrointestinal tract gained near-invulnerability, her anal sphincter Kryptonian strength. From the inside out, Lois Lane was becoming a Bizarro version of herself.

She would need that. Because now Bizarro was getting hard.

The erection of that monstrous prick lifted Lois Lane off her feet. Maria let go and backed away as Lois bent her legs and rested her feet on Bizarro's thighs. The reporter's asshole stretched like taffy around the rapidly expanding dick...and Lois Lane's blue tongue hung out of her mouth as her brain shifted entirely into Bizarro-mode. A crooked smile graced her face as the white skin spread across her face, and the whites of her violet eyes glowed blue. She ground her ass against Bizarro's crotch as his big, rough hands moved over her.

"Fuck me here," Lois Lane whispered to him...and Bizarro understood the message. He braced his legs, leaped...and broke through the ceiling. Floor after floor, the two pale, monstrous humanoids ascended, even as Lois sank deeper and deeper onto that incredible prick...and then they were out, into the night, and she felt his balls press against her labia.

"You no am cum in me," Lois Lane moaned.

"Me no am cum in your ever," Bizarro said.

"Me hate you!" Lois said, with every emotion in her strange heart.

"Me hate you more!" Bizarro whispered urgently.

Watchers of the sky above Metropolis would have seen a pair of pale figures against the moon. Heard a scream that shattered windows for miles around. Yet they would not have felt the pale radioactive spunk of Bizarro as it flowed through that trunk-like prick, to erupt deep in the bowels of Lois Lane's body. Would not have felt him cling to her as they achieved the anti-climax, the moment of pure and blissful calm and lucidity that only comes to Bizarros when they cum.

Then, the post-nut anti-clarity set in. Bizarro's flight grew drunken and erratic. They slammed into buildings, and then veered off...toward what strange destiny, no one knows. All that anyone knew was that was Lois Lane's final night out...and Bizarro Lois Lane's first.