End: The Men of the Daily Planet

Unable to blink. Unable to move. Lois Lane stared as familiar faces appeared on the screen before her.

Perry White. Jimmy Olsen. Clark Kent. Steve Lombard. Jon Chan. Henry Fong. Jeremy Gillepsie. Gavin Evans. Matt Diamond. Chris the Janitor. Lois felt dizzy as image after image of the men of the Daily Planet flashed onto screen...each looking straight ahead, utterly unaware that their sperm was headed toward the reporter's pussy.

"Just think," Angelica Blaze said. "The next forty weeks, you'll see them every day at work...your stomach swelling, breasts filling with milk, meeting their gazes and knowing that one of them is the father of your baby. Some of them are married. Some of them are gay, or black. Who do you hope is the one whose little swimmers actually knocks you up?"

Lois felt her whole body tense. Her heart thudded against her breasts bone, and she found herself squeezing her cunt around the funnel, wishing she could actually feel a hard cock pump into her.

"What will you do, when the baby is born?" The dickgirl wondered. "Will you try to find daddy? Explain what happened? What will the office think if you show up and the baby looks just like one of them? The whispers will start...the rumors...Lois Lane, the secret whore..."

The reporter moaned. She had never felt so aroused. Her body shook, her mouth watered. It was all so wrong...so deliciously wrong...she didn't even know if Blaze was telling the truth, or just twisting her up as she prepared to dump some random load from a sperm bank in her fertile cunny. Lois didn't care. She wanted it to be true. A part of her needed it to be true. It was beyond anything she had ever dreamed of, in her horniest moments.

Her eyes bulged out in the clamps. Tears dripped down the reporter's face.

"Hmm, look how wet you are. You like the idea of having a secret, don't you?" Angelica said. "In truth, a part of me wishes I could just pump a load of my babies in you right now...but I like this better. I like you not knowing. Of waiting in trepidation for forty weeks just to know who your baby daddy is. For you to **** yourself on how, or if, you're going to tell him..."

A hand slapped the reporter's ass, the pain bringing Lois back into the present.

"...anyway. Baby time."

Lois Lane trembled. She gasped. Her pussy was wet, but now she felt flooded. Heat poured into her body...and Lois found herself hyperventilating, unable to look away as the scroll of familiar faces continued on. One of them was impregnating her right now...and Lois shook and shuddered and tensed, unable to do anything as it happened.

Nor would she, even if she could.

Angelica Blaze walked Lois to the exit. The reporter felt self-conscious, even dressed. A little plug was keeping the semen inside of her, and the dickgirl had ordered a car.

"If it doesn't take," the reporter asked.

"Oh, it has," Blaze said, with a smile. "I guarantee it. How does that make you feel?"

The reporter swallowed. "Scared. Excited. Horny."

The dickgirl slapped the reporter's ass. "Wait until the horniness wears off. Then you'll feel all the despair and self-recrimination...or, maybe, you'll masturbate like a monkey."

"This isn't how I expected this night to come out," Lois Lane said. "But I have to admit, I'm...looking forward to what is going to happen."

She rubbed her flat stomach, unable to believe that a sperm might have already met her egg.

"So am I," Blaze said, as Lois Lane slid into the car, headed home. "So am I."