Epilogue: Bigger, Blonder, Better

"Thank you?" Lois Lane said holding up the plastic, fluid-filled sack. "What, ah...what is it?"

"One of your new breast implants, silly!" Wonder Woman said. "Don't worry, with Amazon Purple Ray technology, you'll be healed up in no time."

The Amazon reached around from behind the reporter and squeezed Lois Lane's breasts through her shirt. The other women of the Justice League were around the table, smiling like the cats that got the canary. Vixen reached over and curled a strand of the reporter's hair around her finger. Lois had just renewed the bleach job.

"That's not all, pet," the black hero said. "We've got you scheduled for a couple of piercings...tattoos...lip fillers. Our treat."

Batgirl slipped her hand down the back of the reporter's pants.

"And we're going shopping after your surgery. You're going to need a whole new wardrobe to show off your new assets."

Stargirl was across the table from Lois. The young woman licked her lips.

"Don't worry...we know exactly how you can thank us."

Lois Lane smiled. She gave a nervous giggle. She didn't know how to say no.

Lois Lane began to turn heads at the Daily Planet. No one wanted to use the "b" word, but everyone had noticed as Lois Lane's skirts got shorter. Her shirts revealed more and more cleavage...and there was a lot more cleavage to reveal. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was never seen without perfect pink lipstick, and lips locked in a permanent pout. Feet squeezed into heels never less than three inches tall, which showed off the firm calf muscles from hours at the gym.

Nobody could deny the quality of her work. Every article was impeccably researched, and she had become the leading expert on supercrime. Her series of interviews on the lives of superheroines had become a sensation.

Her hair grew out, a blonde ponytail hanging down her back. Hips swaying as she walked. Even Clark Kent bit his lip as she walked past him...but he could smell something, beneath the expensive perfume.

Sex and desperation.

Wonder Woman was spotting Lois, in the Justice League gym. The reporter wasn't completely convinced that the Amazons actually exercised in the nude. Not that she minded.

The weight trainng was to help the reporter with the back pain from the new implants. 600 ccs in each breast had taken Lois up to 34DDs...and the ladies were already talking about going bigger. Sweat ran from the reporter's body as she strained to lift the bar...and Stargirl down between her legs, pulling at the new rings in the reporter's labia, tongue running up and down the exposed pussy, was making it difficult to concentrate.

"Come on, Lois," Wonder Woman said, and Lois looked up to stare at the moisture glinting in the Amazon's pussy. "Give me six more reps. Then you can take a lap."

Lois swallowed, nodded.

Down low around the reporter's hips, the women of the Justice League had tattooed their symbols. The WW of Wonder Woman, the Bat-sigil of Batgirl, a star for Stargirl, Vixen's animalistic totem mask, Hawkgirl's hawk-symbol...no one would see them, normally. But when one of them wanted her, Lois could swear she felt the tattoo throb. It made her wet. To be their pet, their slut, their private whore...

Shaking, exhausted arms slipped. Wonder Woman caught the bar before it could hit Lois. Effortlessly, the Amazon lifted the bar up and set it in its cradle.

"You know, the ladies and I have been thinking," Diana said. "You've taken so well to your little improvements...we think it would be fun if you went a little further."

The Amazon turned around. Lois let her exhausted arms with their burning muscles fall down. Something told her they weren't just talking about bigger breast implants.

"There are a lot of ways to gain superpowers," Diana said. "We have access to a few of them. We just thought it might be like...we could fuck you a little harder. A little faster."

Wonder Woman got down on her knees, so that her face hovered above the reporter's on the bench. Stargirl hummed into the pussy she was licking, sucking on Lois Lane's newly pierced clit. There was technology in there tied to her cosmic wand. Lois gasped as her clit piercing began to vibrate.

The blonde, big-titted reporter's eyes went wide. She could taste Diane's breath.

"So what do you say, Lois?" Diana whispered huskily. "You want to be our superslut?"

Lois felt her heart hammer in her chest. She panted as Stargirl's tongue worked deeper. The reporter realized she had no idea what the end of this would be...she had already changed so much, in such a short space of time. It felt like so much of her life right now resolved around sex. Her whole body had been reshaped...and they wanted more. Lois wasn't sure how much of her would be left if she said yes. She could be kissing the old Lois Lane goodbye for good.

"What...what do you need me to do?"

Diana smiled. "Trust us. When we're done, you're going to feel great."

The Amazon bent down and pressed her lips against the reporter's. Her tongue dived down past the reproter's teeth. Down below, Stargirl had spread Lois Lane's legs farther apart, so that her tongue could lick at the reporter's tight little asshole.

Little did she know, it wouldn't be so tight for long...