End: Use The Silver Kryptonite

In the ceiling, another panel slid aside, and another chunk of Kryptonite descended...one with an oddly metallic luster, and which cast from it a pale gray radiance that seemed to fill the White Room with a twilight glow.

"Silver Kryptonite!" Lex Luthor said, grinning fanatically. "It works on Kryptonian anatomy like marijuana—euphoria, relaxation, increased awareness of perception, increased sexuality and libido, and finally unconsciousness. Those stoned super-teens will be passed out in minutes."

Mercy Graves licked her lips, not sure how to broach this. "Uh...exactly like marijuana, sir?"

"Very nearly," the bald scientist said, eyes focused on the menage a trois happening in the White Room.

"Have you ever been a horny teenager high on weed, sir?" Mercy asked bluntly.

Lex Luthor paused. "No..."

Mercy's lips tightened into a thin line.

"Hey..." Lois Lane said. "Is like, anyone else hungry?"

"Does that mean you want me to eat your pussy?" Supergirl said with an uncharacteristically girlish giggle. The blonde flicked her head. "'Cause I will."

Superboy's stomach growled. "I'm starving," he said.

"There's a Taco Whiz on 6th Street," Lois said. "Hey, do you two want to get out of here? We can get some fast food, and I've got a bottle of vodka back at my place..."

Superboy and Supergirl looked at each other and smiled.

The two Kryptonians took point, Lois Lane sandwiched protectively between them as they burst out of the room. The guards stationed there were unprepared for the attack of two super-powered naked nineteen-year-olds...and in relatively short order the trio had clothes, and the contents of the guard's wallets.

Lex Luthor watched aghast from the control room as all of his carefully-laid plans for the evening fell into ruins.

"The munchies," Mercy Graves said, with a hint of wistfulness. "I remember those days. They're going to binge on crappy junk food and watch bad television and probably fuck until they're too sore to move."

Which is, in the end, more or less what they did. For Lois Lane, it was like reliving one of the best nights of her forgotten young adult years—munching on onion rings and knocking back shots with her friends, dropping down on her knees to suck a stiff cock with her new blonde girlfriend, Superboy blowing his load into her unprotected twat as Kara slid a well-lubed finger into his ass...and when she awoke, the next day, it was in between two sleeping demigods, her pussy a sore, sticky, but very happy mess, her two lovers using her breasts as pillows.

As the sun came up over Metropolis and spilled its light through her windows, signaling the end to her night out, Lois Lane wondered when the kryptonite would wear off...when the decade or so of years would come back on her...and a part of her wondered what her life would be like if it didn't. If she had just had her biological clock reset to 19, and now she had to age naturally...what her life would be like.

Utterly unaware that she was about to find out what it was like to be a teenage mom.