End: The Live Test

A door opened. Bright light spilled in, and the naked reporter squinted against it. A human form darkened the doorway, and for the first time in a while Lois Lane was conscious of her appearance...astride a bench, nude, with a gigantic gaping cunt...

Then the figure stepped through the door, which closed behind them. Lois Lane's eyes widened as they were no longer blinded by the light...and she saw who it was that walked through the door, and gasped.

It was Lex Luthor. His whole body was hairless, from his gleaming dome of a head to his broad, muscles chest and solid, well-defined legs. Yet the reporter barely registered his presence when her eyes fixed on what was hanging between his legs.

The cock stood out erect from his body, inhumanly long and thick. Thirteen inches long and four thick, every throbbing vein clearly visible, the swollen purple head round as a mushroom tip and as big as the reporter's clenched fist...and the testes were ridiculous, like a pair of ostrich eggs in a tight, skinless sack covered with purple veins. Yet that wasn't what caught the reporter's attention. It was the little secondary penis that emerged from the base of the inhumanly huge dick, carefully arched, perhaps three or four inches long.

Lois sat there for a moment, eyes fixated on the pulsing, living girth that was nearly as thick as her thigh. Something dripped on the reporter's breast, snapping her out of her trance. She closed her mouth, to stop the flow of drool...and Lex walked toward her, the cock wobbling slightly with each step.

"K-keep back!" Lois said, though she didn't move. "D-don't you dare..."

"Dare?" Lex spoke for the first time since he had entered the room. "Not at all, Lois. This is the live test."

He walked past her...and laid down on the bench, one leg on either side, that impossible cock—cocks, really—standing tall and proud. It made the reporter's engorged pussy hurt just to look at it. Yet she hadn't finished...hadn't cum yet...

"So you're...not going to **** me?" Lois said. His massive sack was too big to rest between his thighs, and formed a sort of pillow. She could actually see the shadowed cave it made, and it felt weird to think if she lifted those massive balls in her hands, she could actually see Lex Luthor's hairless taint.

"Not at all, Lois," he said, voice smug yet pleasant. "The question is, what will you do? The test will end in...oh, ten minutes. If you can restrain yourself that long, the procedure will end and you'll be free to go. With our thanks for participating in this clinical trial."

Lois shifted on the bench. The cock was so tall, she knew she'd have to stand on the bench to lower her massive cunt on it.

What am I thinking? Lois told herself. It's Lex Luthor! I can't...I can't fuck him. But maybe...I can get some answers out of him?

"What is all this, Lex?" She asked. "What are you doing here?"

"As I said. Clinical trials. We're using a genetically engineered virus to graft an overlay of Kryptonian genes onto humans. Not enough to give real superpowers like Superman or Supergirl...but enough to be effected by various strains of Red Kryptonite. The potential uses are manifold...would you like to touch my cock?"

Lois blinked. "What?"

"My penis," he said proudly. "Is one of our early successes in the testing. Unfortunately, it does have the downside in that no normal human woman can...accomodate me. But please, touch it. It's quite real."

The reporter reached out, biting her lower lip...her fingers drew close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from that massive dick...and then she drew back, though it took a conscious effort.

"Where...where are you getting your volunteers?" Lois demanded. "There have been...women that have disappeared lately..."

"College students?" Lex said. "Yes, we recruit on campus. Some of them are living in our dormitories for long-term studies. I can show you, after the test concludes."

Lois balled her hands into fists. "Dammit, Lex Luthor. I'm not going to fuck you!"

Ten minutes can be an eternity.

The reporter stood and scratched at her pussy. The labia hung down her thighs, the fat clit stood out like a thumb. With ridiculous ease, her fingers slipped inside...and then her whole hand...and the reporter found she was watching the very tip of that massive cock, where a fat bead of clear precum was slowly swelling...and Lois realized she could smell it. That strange, masculine odor, with a hint of ammonia that reminded her of cleaning products...

"I can smell you, Lois," Lex said quietly. "I wasn't lying when I told you about my...size issues. It's been a long time for me. I can't say how long it's been for you, but just so you know...whatever happens in the White Room...stays in the White Room."

"Goddammit..." the reporter muttered as she climbed up on the bench. She looked down at Lex, who was resting with his hands behind his head. The face was carefully neutral, and Lois was grateful for that, because if he had smiled she would have jumped and crushed those gigantic nuts. "Not a fucking word, okay? Just...just..."

She shivered. "I don't suppose you have a condom do you?"

"Nothing that will fit," he said, and Lois was sure then that he was lying. "But I'm not carrying anything contagious."

"Fuck..." Lois groaned. She was shaking with need, streams of wetness flowing down her legs until it ran between her toes. In her entire life she had never been this horny. "Give me your hands."

He raised his arms...and Lois placed her palms against his. The bench was too narrow for this, and she needed to steady herself as she stepped over him, all of her body weight focused on her toes as she carefully positioned herself over that fat prick...and began to lower herself down.

The terrible ease with which that great purple helmet entered her dangling labia shocked Lois...but not so much that as the heat of the unprotected cock as it slid into place inside her. Breathing hard, she leaned forward, and veins stood out on Lex's forehead as he flexed, helping to lower her down deeper...deeper...until the stubby head of his secondary cock rubbed against her massively engorged clit.

"G-great Caesar's g-g-ghost..." Lois moaned. Her thighs were quaking, and she instinctively began to move in little squats, rubbing the clit-tickler over the fat pink clitoris again and again, harder and faster.

Lex Luthor never said a word. He was like a living sex doll, and Lois closed her eyes and rode him, intent on nothing except her own climax. Instinctively, her fingers interlaced with his as she clasped sweaty palm to sweaty palm. Her ass rose and fell, legs swiftly tiring, **** to cum before her strength gave out...

They were on a time limit, too, which didn't help.

"God dammit, Lex," Lois said. "You could help..."

His hands pulled away from hers. Lois opened her eyes to see his entire face flushed, sweat pouring from his bald brow, green eyes intensely focused. Lex Luthor's hands clamped onto her hips...and she gave forth a wordless yelp as his hips rose up off the bench, feet and shoulders firmly planted as his entire body arched, sending his huge cock punching so deep inside of her that Lois saw the skin of her stomach distend...

...and as soon as his ass hit the bench on the downstroke his muscled abs flexed and he punched up inside of her again...and again...and on the third thrust Lois swore she felt something give inside of her, the secondary cock stabbing her clit so hard it was like to push it back into the enormous hood, and Lois Lane's whole body seized. A slow-motion ripple ran through ever muscle from deep inside of her, the massive cunt clamping tight on the fat cock. Clear juice sprayed out across Luthor's muscled chest all the way to his chin and Lois Lane's spine arched, her mouth opened...and wordless scream pierced her skull as she shook in cataleptic fury, totally uncontrolled.

When it ended, she found herself straddling Lex's body. The billionaire was panting, dark shadows under his eyes, body dripping with sweat...and Lois felt a terrible, aching soreness deep inside of her...and saw a thick white goo oozing out of her thick lips.

"Dammit...Lex..." Lois panted. "Did you...cum in me..."

"Yes," he said.

Lois shook her head.

"TEST COMPLETE." The automated voice said. "THANK YOU FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION. PLEASE EXIT CHAMBER SO IT MAY BE CLEANED."

"We don't have to leave until you're ready," Lex said.

The reporter slammed a fist into his abs, hard enough for Luthor to grunt.

"I want...an interview she said. With all your test subjects in the dormitories downstairs. And...and with you! On the record!" She muttered and shook her head. One hand rubbed the lump in her distended abdomen that was his still-rigid cock. "When does my pussy go back to normal."

"Within 48 hours," he said...then added: "Hopefully."

Lois Lane narrowed her violet eyes.

"What?"

"It's still an experimental treatment. We've been trying to control the duration, but right now some of the changes...appear to be persistent." He said.

"You can't be serious," she said.

"Completely," Lex said, the smugness slipping back into his speech. "Of course, I'd be happy to take care of any...urges you might have. You might try Superman too...but at this point, I rather doubt he would measure up."

The Daily Planet's Biggest Cunt felt her jaw drop again...and realized how completely and utterly that Lex Luthor had fucked her.