End: Lois Lane Wakes Up Atop The Daily Planet

Dawn broke slowly over the city, which had already begun to wake. Trucks brought in food from outlying farms; buses and trains packed with commuters; helicopters dashed over freeways discussing the traffic. The first light of day broke through the clouds and hit the bronze globe atop the Daily Planet buildings, and for a moment it burned as bright as a second sun.

Beneath the bronze globe, a naked reporter brought a hand to her throbbing head. Vague memories and nightmares mingled together. She remembered the club, Scarecrow. The squish of his genitals beneath her foot. Then...

The reporter looked at her hand. It was small, pale, pink. Back to normal. Which was a relief.

It was also handcuffed, albeit loosely, the ring barely more than a bracelet on her wrist.

The reporter blinked and looked down at the other end of the handcuff. A Black woman slumbered next to her, in the ripped remains of a Metropolis Police Department uniform. Lois stared as her big breasts rose and fell. Then other, more pressing matters impressed themselves on the reporter's mind.

Sitting up as quietly as she could, Lois winced as her abs screamed at her. Stared down between her legs and found a further source of discomfort. An MPD tonfa was embedded in the reporter's pussy. Lois glanced at the woman next to her, then with her free hand reached down and pulled the black wooden rod out of her aching pussy. A moment of soft padding found the handcuff key in what was once a pocket; a moment later and Lois was free.

Hands wrapped around her breasts, the naked reporter stood up on shaky legs...and heard a siren from below. With a glance back at the sleeping cop, Lois tiptoed over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street.

A police car lay upside-down on the steps of the Daily Planet. Cops were cordoning off the area. With a trained eye, Lois traced a path of carnage: broken fire hydrants fountained into the air. Ground-floor windows all along the block were shattered. A newsstand on the corner was a black, smoking ruin, and firemen poured water on the embers.

With a sinking feeling in her gut, the naked reporter tiptoed to the stairwell. It was early enough that if she was lucky, she could get to her gym bag in her office without being caught.

Twenty-five minutes later, Lois Lane returned to the roof, dressed in her gym clothes. In one hand, she had a bag with a new pair of sweatpants and a Daily Planet t-shirt from the gift shop. In the other, she held a tall cup of coffee. The smell of the bean juice brought a smile to the sleeping Black woman's face. Her eyelids fluttered...and then she saw Lois. Realized she was naked. All at once, the Black woman didn't have enough hands, or know what to do with them.

Lois tried a smile.

"I'm Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet," she said, then held out the bag of clothes and the coffee. "You look like you need these."

"Tonisha," the Black woman said. "What...what happened last night?"

The reporter's smile became pained.

"I was hoping you could tell me," Lois said.

"I...I was out on patrol. Then this...thing...was causing mayhem, all down the street. Then she...then we..." Tonisha paused and took a sip of coffee. "Oh, girl, I must have been trippin'."

"Take it slow," Lois said. "Start from the beginning."

Tonisha did. Lois Lane had done many interviews, and she knew when to ask a question, and when to shut up and listen. She watched as Tonisha dressed. The generous, pear-shaped chocolate buttocks squeezed into the grey sweatpants, the t-shirt too small so that the Daily Planet logo was stretched tight and deformed by her large breasts. Fortunately, her shoes and socks were still intact, so by the time Tonisha finished the coffee and dressed, she was ready to go.

"...haven't been fucked like that since college," Tonisha said as she stuffed what she could of her personal effects and shreds of costume into the bag. "God, I can't believe I did that. What am I going to tell my husband? He's going to be worried sick. And I need to report in..."

"Sounds like you didn't have much of a choice," Lois said. "Come on downstairs, you can use my phone to call whomever you need to."

Lois Lane couldn't say why she didn't tell Tonisha that she was the hulking green figure who had caused all the chaos and destruction last night...and who had, like some female King Kong, carried her up to the roof of the building so that they could fuck all night. Deep inside of Lois, she could almost feel her hulking other-self stare out through her eyes. Whatever Scarecrow had done, Lois knew it had awakened something inside of her. A creature of terrible strength and appetites. Something that seemed to feed on her fears, her lusts, her repressed desires.

The reporter shuddered as she thought about what would happen if her other-self got loose again...

As they made their way down the stairs, Lois Lane found her eyes drawn to Tonisha's bouncing buttocks, so tightly confined in her borrowed sweats. The reporter swallowed hard, and her skin suddenly felt too tight.

Not if. When she gets out again. Lois Lane thought...and she knew that the end of her night out was the beginning of a new, waking nightmare.