End: Of Course You Can Get Pregnant

Braniac's eyes glowed a deep crimson.

"While the entrance to the vagina was closed when the penis and testes descended, your uterus and ovaries remain intact. Insemination can proceed with a simple surgical procedure."

Lois Lane blinked. His eyes narrowed. "You want to get me pregnant?"

"Correction: You must be impregnated, and soon. I have already begun preparations. Please finish inseminating the final subjects."

Lois groaned inwardly...but finished off the rest of Brainiac's cocktail. Blood flowed back into the reporter's dick...and he stumbled toward the women he had to service, trying to push his concerns to the back of his mind. This was to save lives.

Except as his cock sank into Tonya Wong's pussy, and the tall woman's hands reached down to grip Lois Lane's buttocks and encourage him to pound her harder and deeper, Lois found it harder and harder to focus on any of that. Something about those tits in his face...the warm hands that gripped him so eagerly...the voice that urged him on...and the other women were masturbating at the same time, getting wet, preparing themselves to receive his seed.

It was like an erotic nightmare. Some virgin's wet dream of what sex was like...and Lois wondered what else was in that cocktail that Brainiac had given her...but then Tonya Wong wrapped her long limbs around him, moaning and clutching at his cock, and Lois was distracted as her prick erupted deep in those hot, tight depths...

Panting and disoriented, Lois disengaged. Another canister was shoved into her hands, and he raised it to his lips with trembling hands as he staggered toward the supermodel-thin Mara de la Cruz, who was on her knees, presenting her pussy to Lois. The reporter groaned as the chemicals made her sore and tired cock stand hard, her balls aching as they went into overtime production.

Yet Brainiac had been right about one thing: each time it took longer. Lois slipped into Mara's wet cunny, but she didn't erupt immediately. They humped, the two of them, for long, interminable minutes...until Lois got his wind back, and suggested they change position. Mara down on her side...Lois Lane's hands under the Latina's arms to cup those small, perfect breasts, and pinch those nipples as her cock slid in and out, in and out. Lois had been on the receiving end of dick before, she knew what it was like to just have some dude drill for oil in your crotch, and she didn't want to do that to anyone else. Her mouth descended on the hollow of Mara's throat, and her lover gasped and moaned as they explored one another.

Yet it ended the same way. The tremble, the shake, the cries and gasps. It was easier to hold out now, until Mara came, but once she did Lois found herself striving toward her own climax at full gallop...the thin woman twisting in pain in her gasp...and then the grunt of release as the fertilizing load burst deep into that snatch.

Lois Lane shook as with palsy as she rolled off of Mara, and staggered toward the cuntboy that had been Diana Reynolds. On their back, legs spread, looking for all the world like just a man with a pussy...transgender, the fuzzy-headed reporter thought as the final canister was shoved into her hand and she drank, some of the concoction spilling down her sweaty chest.

Is this gay? Lois wondered. We both look like men, but there's only one cock between us...and I still have a womb too... Maybe...maybe it really doesn't matter.

The reporter slapped her cock on the wet pussy. Diana Reynolds leered up at him, weirdly eager, holding her...or his...labia open as Lois fed his aching dick into the bright pink insides. It was tight...tighter than the others...

The bright ring of blood and hiss of pain surprised Lois. He paused, drew back...but Diana reached out and grabbed the genderbent reporter's hips.

"You're tired," and Diana's voice was deep, masculine. "Lie down. Let me."

Lois sank onto his back...and Diana Reynolds crawled on top of her. Winced with every thrust as they slid their bloody pussy up and down on that cock. A virgin...had DIana been a virgin before the transformation? Had that been part of what she had wanted? Lois Lane's head swam. Her dick was a solid bar of stiff muscle. The sensitive skin beneath the flare of her cock's little helmet hurt...her urethra burned. Brainiac passed another canister to Lois and he gulped it greedily. The room spun. This one tasted different somehow...it burned on the way down his throat...a familiar flavor.

Tequila, Lois Lane's brain said, as Diana, now past the pain of their defloration, began to buck and moan on top of Lois. The reporter drank more of the booze. The **** helped to numb some of the pain...but there had to be more in it than just that, because the reporter could feel his cock was still stiff. The aching balls throbbed. Slowly...achingly slowly...the pressure built inside Lois. He was going to cum again...into another fertile cunt...it was only a matter of time...

"Now," Lex Luthor's voice said...and the drunken reporter whirled as Diana Reynolds flipped her. Maria and Tonya and Mara came and grabbed the reporter's arms and shoulders, to press her down chest-to-chest with Diana.

A point of paint blossomed between Lois Lane's balls and asshole. It drove deep inside of him...and Lois cried out, her balls clutched as she spasmed and shot her final load deep inside Diana's cunt...and a moment after, Brainiac depressed the syringe that contained the extra jizz gathered up from the reporter's previous impregnations and injected it into his own womb.

"Insemination complete," Brainiac said. "Genetic matrices should stabilize within 24 hours."

"We can still play with him, right?" Maria said, as she reached out and gave Lois Lane's balls a squeeze.

"Affirmative. Additional sexual congress will not affect the course of the experiment."

"Have fun, ladies," Lex added.

Which was how Lois Lane learned that his night out had gone exactly as Brainiac and Lex Luthor had planned...and how she had been impregnated by her own sperm. As for the pregnancies, the full scope of Lex and Brainiac's scheme, and whether the terrible duo would get away with what that...well, that is another story. This is where Lois Lane's night out ends...with her transformed, pregnant, and drowning in pussy.