End: She Needs A Tampon For Her cock

The urethra is supposed to close, Lois Lane thought to herself dimly. It shouldn't be splayed open so thick I could stick my index finger down it. Shouldn't be leaking cum out of the bruised fuckhole.

Bruised might have been a bit of a stretch. The flesh was livid around the great dark tunnel, which still stubbornly refused to close. The whole head had been so grossly distorted that it looked more like a rounded cube now, the rounded tip smash in and gaping. A burning drip oozed uncontrollably out of the fresh-fucked urethra. Lois didn't even want to think about when she'd need to take a piss.

"Fuck me," Lois muttered. "How the hell am I going to live like this?"

There was a blur of motion. Lois felt a wind blow through the room, but Kara was back before the sheets on the hospital bed had shifted. She had a familiar-looking tubular object in her hand.

"Don't worry!" Supergirl said, still flushed. Her sticky prick was retracted back inside her pussy. The Kryptonian tore open the tampon very neatly, and extracted the cotton rod and its string. "I'll be there to help you every step of the way."

Lois was too numb, or perhaps in some kind of shock. That's the only reason she could think of for why she sat there complacently as Kara picked up the limp prick that dangled between the reporter's legs, and stuck the end of the tampon into the abused fuckhole. The dickgirl reporter hissed as the soft cotton was snuggly shoved into the once-tight slit.

"See? All better. No leaks!" Kara said.

The reporter leveled an unbelieveing gaze at the beautiful blonde bitch who had probably just knocked her up. Lois Lane's body had been twisted by Lex Luthor's mad science because of her. She'd been made into a freak, and then fucked like some monstrous whore. Fifty or a hundred years ago, the reporter didn't doubt, she'd have been paraded around sideshows and burly farmers would get to stick their haystack-lifting cocks into her ruined hole for fifty cents a pop.

She looked into those big blue eyes...and it was like staring at a puppy that had been so excited to see her that it had piddled on the floor. Lois couldn't stay mad at Supergirl.

"I need...clothes," Lois said at last. "I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe. And I guess we should start thinking of baby names...assuming I caught."

Lois frowned at that thought. There was no guarantee that she was pregnant from just one ejaculation. They might have to do this again.

Kara squealed and rushed forward across the bed to hug the older dickgirl. So tight that Lois wheezed and felt her ribs flex. Sometimes, Supergirl didn't know her own strength.

"Lois," Supergirl said. "I really...I mean I...I want to take responsibility and...I can't thank you enough, and..."

The reporter patted the young woman on the back. Her life might be ruined, but at least Supergirl was happy. That was something.

"We can get married on the farm," Kara said. "And I'll invite all my friends! They're going to be so jealous when they see your bump..."

"Farm?" Lois managed. "Marriage?"

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can get you some time off from your job...and if we need money, I can crush some coal into diamonds or something. You won't want for anything!"

As first dates go, Lois Lane thought to herself. I think this is moving pretty fast. Maybe time to pump the breaks a little.

"I know this is going to be hard on you," Kara said. "But I've viewed all the Kryptonian birthing texts! I'll help you stretch your cock every day to prepare for the birth! They say the first is the hardest."

"Like with hyenas," Lois muttered. She knew she should say something...anything...to stop this.

"Exactly!" Supergirl loosened her hug and the naked reporter sagged against her, utterly spent. Pale Kryptonian hands grabbed her face and pulled Lois Lane's mouth up into a kiss. Lois felt her tongue weakly pressed back as Kara pushed into her mouth with obvious ardor.

The kiss went on for a long time. It was, perhaps, the obvious ending for the night. Lois Lane had been barrelled along by events, and as she thought back to all the times when she could have gone left instead of right, all the different decisions she could have made...it felt like she had almost coasted toward this point. Maybe it was how it was meant to be. After all, it wasn't like things could get any worse, right?

Kara ended the kiss. She stared at Lois with love and lust in her eyes. Bit her lip in barely suppressed excitement as she stared at the exhausted dickgirl reporter.

"We're going to have so many babies!"

Lois Lane's heart sank...and her plugged-up urethra began to itch. Somehow, terribly, Lois knew that when she did eventually take the tampon out, she was going to miss it. That she would need something else to plug up her ridiculous cock...and that Supergirl would always be ready and willing to do that for her.