End: The Truth

Lois Lane found her smartphone. She wanted to record this interview. Later, listening back to it, she would hear Maria's moans and her own heavy breathing, as she set her achingly rigid rod back into that sloppy, well-lubed cunt. Every thrust had come with a question, and had elicited an answer.

In time, Maria told her everything. About Lex Luthor's plan. The experiments with red kryptonite. The retrovirus that had been slipped into the reporter's drink. How Maria had done this before, with other women, and one by one they had gone through strange transformations, and in the end disappeared down below into Lex Luthor's laboratory...

"Jus as you will, Lois," Mercy Graves said, as she pressed the muzzle of a gun against the back of the reporter's head.

"Graves," Lois said, as she recognized the voice of Luthor's bodyguard and factotum. She felt Maria's pussy squeeze so tight, that for a moment the reporter thought her dick was going to come right off...which gave the reporter an idea. Slowly, Lois raised her hands. "I'm a little busy laying some pipe right now. You mind?"

"I do, actually," Mercy sneered. "All that cum is LexCorp property. Luthor has plans for you, Lois. You're the first subject to grow a working dick. He can't wait to get his hands on your genetic material. So why don't you do what your daddy should have done, and pull out slowly..."

Lois Lane did. She walked backward a little, on her knees. She stood up, with Mercy's gun still pressed against the back of her head. Her raging cock ached, just on the cusp of eruption. Beneath her, Maria swore softly in Spanish.

Later, Lois thought Mercy actually half expected it as Lois turned. No bullet grazed the reporter's scalp though. No, Lex wouldn't be happy if Mercy shot her. Lois caught a glimpse of Mercy's face, a mask of determination, all business as the bodyguard reached for the cattle prod on her left hip.

What she didn't expect was Lois Lane's stiff cock to point at her face and cum.

Mercy was a professional. Even though the stream of jizz hit her eyes, she still managed to extend the cattle prod and wave it in the reporter's direction. The gun hand dropped as Lois danced out of the way, the bodyguard not wanting to shoot anyone by accident.

Utterly unprepared for when Lois grabbed her left wrist and brought her leg sweeping up for the mother of all cunt-punts.

A lot of nerve endings in the genitalia. All there to help women enjoy sex. All sensitive when a speeding foot crashes into them. For a moment, Mercy Graves' world was pain. She crashed to her knees. Lois twisted the cattle prod out of her hand.

Mercy wasn't even sure what was about to happen until she felt Lois Lane tug her pants down.

The woman didn't even have time to scream, just collapsed, ass in the air, muscles twitching from the last residual voltage.

Lois held the smartphone up. She smiled when she saw the call was still live. Which meant that the cavalry should be here any second.

Luthor was gone by the time Superman and Batman arrived. The dickgirl reporter was in a borrowed t-shirt and sweatpants. Maria washed a morning-after pill down with a fifth of whiskey. There was a whole lab down below—Batman handled the kryptonite, Superman handled the guards and the Metropolis Police, when they finally showed up. Lois Lane conducted interviews with the women in the cages. Somewhere, Luthor ran—but Lois knew the truth would catch up to him eventually.

"Are you going to be okay for a while?" Batman asked her, near dawn. "The effects of red kryptonite are usually temporary on Superman, but with what Luthor was messing with...who knows how long it will last?"

The exhausted reporter reached down and patted her bulge.

"You know, the weird thing is, I think I'm getting used to it," the reporter said. "I never expected to end my night out like this, but as far as I'm concerned...I won. I got the truth. The missing women are found and rescued. I've got a story for the Daily Planet. So what if I have a cock?"

Batman looked toward Superman. A little smile creased his face.

"Well, I don't think he'll mind. Have fun."

Lois Lane wanted to ask Batman what he meant about that, and then Superman's arms were around her, and cinched her into the tightest hug that Lois had ever received.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" he said, and Lois Lane was very conscious right then of her bulge. The sudden stiffness as the tip of her cock pushed its way past the waistband of her borrowed sweatpants. She knew he must have felt it too—and yet he didn't seem to mind.

"I'm fine, Superman," Lois said, and patted him on the back. "After all, you saved me...just like you always do."

Which was the truth.