End: You Are Not His Cow

It was a simple message. Lois Lane blinked. The green field had given away to something like The Matrix. Lines of green code running down in columns, forming shapes, outlines...and that message, burning on the screen as though typed out. Dimly, she recognized a symbol in the corner of the screen...the emotionless face like a Grecian mask.

The avatar of the elusive super-hacker Oracle.

YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS, LOIS.
YOU'RE STRONGER THAN HIM.
WAKE UP.

With a sudden shock, Lois Lane came into awareness of herself. The straps that dug into her flesh. The massive tits that swung as Lex Luthor plowed her plump cunt. THe reporter frowned...the bald villain was being rough, monologuing about how she was going to be his breeding cow, how he was going to keep her fat and stupid until her womb fell out.

The buxom reporter frowned. She didn't like that at all.

Action followed thought. Lois Lane's pussy clinched tight, squeezing Lex Luthor's stiff prick. He gasped and struggled to pull his cock out of her clamping pussy...and Lois Lane enjoyed his gasps and struggled for a moment, until his fists fell on her back and buttocks. The pitiful, pathetic blows didn't hurt, but they did annoy her.

So she squeezed further.

Lex Luthor's shouts for help turned into a blood-curling scream. Though Lois could not see it, he pussy had slammed on the billionaire's dick like a pair of elevator doors, the bare half-inch of visible flesh purple and red where blood welled up beneath the skin from crushed meat and burst veins.

Dimly, Lois shook herself...and the bonds that held her went flying. She stepped off the table lightly, dragging Lex Luthor behind her by his trapped penis. No longer did the weight of her massive breasts impair her. Lois moved around as easily as if she had mere mosquito-bites instead of the titanic tits that wobbled and shook, bigger now than the abdomens of pregnant women at full term. The nurse grabbed Luthor and pulled as Lois stepped toward the door...

His cock made a pathetic little sound as it tore free from his body. Absently, Lois relaxed and let the spent and lifeless bit of meat fall out of her. Lois heard it hit the floor...and heard more. The women being trapped downstairs. The club up above. The hum of the generators. Luthor's screams. She moved languidly through a world of sound like nothing she had ever known before...and then her heart beat a little faster, a sense of excitement filled her. Lois heard the familiar woosh the moment before he came into the corridor...

...and there was Batman and Superman, rounding the corner. The Kryptonian smiled as he saw her, and blushed. The Dark Knight, cryptic as ever, only gave her a nod.

The two heroes doffed their capes and Lois swiftly arranged them into an impromptu bra.

"Oracle was working her way into Luthor's system when you were captured," Batman said. "She interfered with the program. You aren't just affected by Kryptonite like Superman...you have access to the full suite of their powers. Super-senses, invulnerability, super-strength..."

Lois nodded. She rubbed her temples.

"I'm still a little...foggy. Disjointed," she admitted. She looked behind her. Luthor and the nurse were gone. There was only a pool of blood and a crushed, broken thing like an elephant had stepped on a shrimp.

"Residual effects of the hypnosis. That should pass," Batman said.

Superman stood closer to Lois than normal. She smiled up at him, and his cheeks burned as he saw that she had caught him staring at her chest.

"What about the...rest of it?" She said.

"Well, red kryptonite usually wears off in 24 to 48 hours..." Batman said...and then even the stone-faced vigilante couldn't resist a grin. "Superman, why don't you escort Miss Lane home? I and the rest of the Justice League can see to the clean-up here."

Before Superman could object, Lois leaped into the air...and floated into his arms, one massive breast pressed against his chest, completely obscuring the S-shield. The Kryptonian coughed.

"R-right," he said, visibly sweating as he began to walk toward the entrance.

Lois Lane smiled, and placed an index finger right on the dimple of his chin.

"My hero..." she said. "You're as strong as a bull, aren't you? My big, tough...randy...bull."

There were those in Metropolis who looked out their window at just the right time that night, and saw a sight that they would not believe. Superman was never clearly identified...his face was buried between a pair of breasts bigger than his head, the pale, nubile form bouncing up and down on his steel-hard shaft crying out in a register that set every dog in Metropolis to howling...

...and Lois Lane's night out would not end until dawn, when the two landed heavily on Lois Lane's balcony, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was carried across her own threshold so that they could collapse together into bed. Her pussy cinched tight...but now the impossible **** met the immovable object of Superman's cock. Though unlike Luthor, Superman had no intention of pulling out, unless it was to plunge it right back in.

For a moment, Lois Lane thought back to the events of the night, all the times things could have gone differently, the choices she could have made but didn't...and wondered what might have been. Then Superman pulled aside the capes and hugged those tremendous breasts with both arms.

"Lois...you know I love you. No matter how what size your breasts are," he said.

The reporter smiled. Her legs locked around his hips, ankles crossing behind those muscular buttocks, driving his cock in deep. She could hear his cum squelch inside her pussy...and more than that. If she strained her hearing, she could hear the little whirs of the super-sperm as they swam deeper inside of her, seeking her egg.

"Well," she said. "Better enjoy these udders while they last."

So they did.