End: The Last Cunts of Krypton

The internet had shown Lois Lane many pussies in her life. Hairy and hairless, slim and plump, some little more than a crease in the flesh, and others lewd with dark labia dangling. Yet in all of her pornographic journeys, Lois Lane had never seen anything quite like this.

It was puffy, the mons protruding from the crotch, the lips so thick that they pressed against the muscular thigh...but that wasn't the only thing. It looked like there was a central bulge or ridge, but as the reporter looked closer she saw that there were in fact two separate furrows in the fleshy mass...ending in two little clits, side-by-side, separated only by that ridge of sunken flesh. Her nostrils flared, suddenly aware of a sweet, tangy scent...and then she groaned in pain.

The reporter hurriedly pulled up her hospital gown to expose her cock...

Both of her cocks. They stood up, standing tall like twin towers, blue veins pulsing against the surface, purple heads so swollen they might explode.

"So, it's not well-known, but Kryptonians actually have...two of everything. Down there," Superman said. "It, um, happened while you were ****. The bifurcation, I mean. It means your Kryptonian genes have...set."

He took a deep breath. "I don't know if you can go back."

Lois Lane licked her lips. Her eyes hadn't left those twin pussies. Her cocks seemed to be stretching toward them, as if there was a magnet for cocks inside his stomach...and she imagined, then, his (or her?) internal anatomy.

"Two vaginas," she said. "Does that mean you have two wombs? You can get doubly pregnant?"

"Yes. Kryptonians normally only use one at a time, but I think it was an adaptation for when..."

The double-dicked reporter ceased listening. She didn't care about the IVs in her arms, the monitors attached to her. Lois Lane's hands shook as they grabbed Superman's hips, pushed past his red overpants and nuzzled her cocks against those twin cunts...and then, shaking with barely restrained need, she **** herself to look up at him. Into those sky blue eyes.

"Supe...," she said, then bit her lip. Started again. "I love you. I've always loved you. I always wanted to do this the right way. To marry you. To have sex with you. Wanted to take our time, and really enjoy it. But...I have to impregnate you. Right now. This very second."

He smiled...and then he pressed down...and Lois Lane's mouth made an O of perfect wonder as her cocks quivered and slid in to that exquisite tightness.

"It's okay, Lois," he said. "I...I want this too."

The Transman of Steel **** himself down and there were no words then for how they felt. The twin cocks rubbed against each other through the thin skein of flesh that separated them. Lois gripped his hips as hard as she could as he sank down, the sensations in her doubled dicks overwhelming her tired and beleaguered brain. She wasn't sure exactly when she began cumming...her cocks were on fire, her hips grinding against his, the puffy pussy-mound swallowing her cocks as if they were made for them.

Maybe they were.

Superman gave off a soft little moan. His nipples stood out stiff and hard, and lewdly Lois wondered if his mighty pectorals would give way to milky tits as the double pregnancy took hold. A maniac grin stretched her face as she imagined his rock-hard abs replaced with a tight, swollen stomach...the first of their children...the first of many.

With an effort of will, she sat up, pulling off the leads to monitors, machines blaring. Hugged him close, pressing her face into his chest, her hips rolling on their own, his own crotch grinding against hers. Mewling sounds of pleasure came from his throat; the hero that could stand toe-to-toe with dark gods, alien conquerors, and creatures of legend burbled like a bitch in heat as Lois Lane's hot seed shot over and over toward his waiting wombs.

It was all over in seconds. Yet it was only, the reporter knew, just the beginning.

"When I get out of here," Lois whispered hoarsely. "No saving the world for a day. I'm going to fuck you raw. I'm going to fill you up with so much jizz you're going to be leaking for a week."

Superman's face burned with embarassement...but he just nodded. There was no doubt who was going to wear the pants in this relationship.

"We'll have to think of something when I start to show," he said. "What will people at the Daily Planet think when Clark Kent shows up with a baby belly?"

Lois Lane's jaw dropped as the final piece slid into place. Her eyes stared wide at that cleft chin, the little S-curl of hair that fell over that perfect forehead. Mentally added a pair of black plastic frames. She took a deep breath.

"Well, we'll tell them that Clark Kent Lane is carrying my babies," she said.

Which is how the night ended...from a crusading reporter's investigation of missing women at a club to a quickie in a hospital room that left the most powerful transman in the world knocked up. An ending, and a beginning. A night that Lois Lane would remember forever as when everything changed...for better or for worse.