End: Superboy Breaks Free

Superhuman muscles rippled. The midget reporter gasped as she felt him thrust even harder, the tip of his engorged prick stirred up the jizz deep inside her cunt. The inseminated little woman felt dizzy and light-headed, her cunny ached as it gripped that super-shaft, and there was the scream of twisting metal and then a momentous crack.

What happened next was a blur. The young hero's strong arms wrapped around Lois Lane's diminutive body. She felt the rush of movement as he crushed her to him, protected her body with his own as they crashed through doors, walls, ceiling.

Out into the night. The sky. The wind whipped past her naked body.

She felt that stinging sensation deep inside of her as Superboy came inside of her once again.

Lois Lane had no idea how long the teenaged hero had been there. He was about nineteen, mentally and biologically. His sexual peak. Deprived of release for even two days and he would probably hump anything that moved like an animal. With a soft, warm, welcoming cunny gripping his dick for dear life as they flew through the air—well, Lois figured it was only natural.

It must have been hours before they came down. Superboy must have been flying on instinct at first, perhaps still struggling with whatever brainwashing the villains behind his incarceration had been working toward. Yet as dawn began to peek over the horizon, Lois saw cornfields, cows, bars...and yes, they began to descend.

"Is that you Connor?" the white-haired old woman said, after Superbody and Lois Lane crashed into a pile of hay inside a barn. The old woman was on a stool, milking a cow. She cocked her head.

"Yes ma," Superboy said, his voice slightly muffled from the hay. Lois Lane picked herself up. Her stubby legs were wobbly, and she used her short arms to cover herself as best as she could. There was a wet, sticky feeling in her aching pussy where Superboy's cum was starting to leak out of her.

"Hi," Lois Lane said.

Ma nodded hello, her hands working the cow's teats automatically. "Welcome to Kansas. Reckon you'll need a shower and some clothes, dearie."

"Yes, please, thank you ma'am," Lois Lane said, blushing in embarrassment at her nudity. The old woman smiled pleasantly.

"Don't worry about it dearie. Nothing we haven't seen before. Connor, why don't you take our guest into the house?"

Half an hour and a shower later, Lois Lane found herself dressed in an oversized flannel t-shirt, a borrowed pair of panties, and Ma Kent's slippers. They had to put a phone book on the chair so that the little reporter could reach the table, and the coffee, eggs, toast, bacon, and grits that Ma was setting out.

"Red Kryptonite, is it?" Ma said pleasantly. "Clark has had so many troubles with that. Usually it wears off in a day or two. I've given him a ring up, so he should be along presently—"

"Ma, I'm home," a familiar voice echoed.

Clark Kent had to duck under the doorway to the kitchen. He kissed Ma Kent on the cheek, gave Superboy a brotherly hug, then waved to Lois Lane.

The diminutive reporter nearly choked on her toast as she put two and two together.

"So...there's no easy way to say this," Connor said. "I, um, kind of had sex with your girlfriend."

"Connor!" Ma Kent said. "Language."

"Tell me everything," Clark said. "After breakfast."

So they did. The whole weird story, of which Lois Lane's night out was only the tail end, the impetus that the virile young superhero needed to bust free of Lex Luthor's latest scheme. Clark and Lois listened, the reporter chiming in at times to add some detail or ask a question.

"So what do we do if she doesn't turn back?" Connor Kent asked.

"What do we do if I'm pregnant?" Lois added.

"It'll all work out in the end," Ma Kent said assuredly, and patted Lois on the hand. "Either way, welcome to the family."