Epilogue: Bitchbreeder III: Balls

The measuring tape wrapped around Lois Lane's throbbing testicles. The doctor's thumb pressed against that smooth, silky bit of skin right between the two testes. The dickgirl held her cock up against her stomach to keep it out of his way as he read the tape.

"Sixteen centimeters," Doctor Midnite said dryly. "When did you first notice the swelling?"

"Yesterday morning. I'd just come in from my run and I noticed how tight it was...and then none of my panties would fit. I had to switch to boxers, and even then they were sore and sensitive all day, so I thought I'd better call in."

The hero nodded gravely. Doctor Midnite had been seeing Lois for regular checkups ever since she had started her job as a professional stud, breeding the world's superheroines. Something about the calm old man who never blinked behind his dark shades, never made a cutting remark, the simple competence of a professional who had seen every superhero reproductive disaster known to humanity and lived to tell the tale was reassuring to her.

"Have you been exposed to any radiation surges?" he asked.

Lois Lane thought.

"Well..." she said.

The young blonde woman pressed her cunny down against the head of the reporter's dick. Her thighs shook in fear. The swollen purple head was massive against the virgin slit.

"You don't have to take it all at once," Lois said.

"I can do it!" Stargirl insisted. "I'm a hero. All my friends have...have done it. I'm the only one who hasn't gotten knocked up, and I'm young, I'm fertile, the Wayne Foundation offered those grants so that I can go to school and..."

The knees bent slightly. The reporter's cockhead distorted as Stargirl let some of her weight bear down on the cock. The young heroine's face screwed up in a mask of determination as the lips slowly parted...and she didn't flinch as a bead of blood ran down the tip of Lois Lane's cock as the hymen slowly tore.

A part of Lois wanted to just grab those childbearing hips and slam the fertile cunt down...but she resisted. That would be traumatic, and babymaking should be fun. Lois Lane wasn't a ****. Not anymore.

"Stargirl...let's change things up a little. This shouldn't be painful. How do you normally masturbate?"

The blonde blinked, her blue eyes shifted from the cock to Lois Lane's face...and then down and away, the red cheeks blushing.

"I...it's a little embarrassing."

The reporter gave her a smile.

"Try me."

"Well I...I like to...you know my Cosmic Rod? With the right setting I can make it grow warm...and...kind of vibrate. I like to just hold it between my legs and...I get...real slick, and it feels good, and sometimes if I keep it up long enough, play with the frequencies I...I cum."

The last words were barely a whisper. Lois grinned.

"Well, why don't you get your rod..."

The superscientific, cosmic-powered device was really a golden staff, two inches thick around the shaft with various knobs, decorations, and flanges. Stargirl held it between her legs, actually astride it like a witch on her broom. A dull hum filled the bedroom of the Justice League Satellite...and Lois stroked her dick as she watched the young blonde close her eyes and slowly hump the golden shaft, blood and pussy juice oozing onto the golden metal.

The reporter waited until Stargirl moaned, eyes shut more intensely, nipples hard and standing out on her small breasts...and then the reporter moved in behind her, the heavy testes slid alongside the shaft which was pleasantly warm and vibrating. Lois pushed the young woman forward, so that she lay fully along the cosmic rod, one breast falling on each side of it, her clit pressed against a control-stud...and then Lois pushed into the impossibly tight tunnel and Stargirl stifled a scream that was more pleasure than pain, and flashes of green light burst forth beneath Lois as she slid in.

The reporter reached down and grabbed the staff with both hands, the better to brace herself and she pushed her cock forward, determined to plant a baby in this bitch.

"Mutagenic substances?" Doctor Midnite asked. His fingers carefully explored the swollen scrotum, in search of odd lumps or other signs of cancer.

"Quit fucking squirming!" Lois Lane growled as she plunged her cock into the wet lump of flesh in front of her. The dickgirl grabbed at what should have been the waist of the vaguely feminine shape, but her fingers sank into the soft, boneless mass, which shifted and reformed into another vaguely feminine shape. The cold, wet tunnel cinched around the reporter's cock as the whole mass quivered and flowed together.

"S-sorry," Clayface said. The villain had managed to mostly humanoid form about eight feet tall, with thunderous thighs and massive tits, each bigger than the reporter's head and topped with nipples bigger than Lois Lane's fist. "It...it just feels so good!"

The breeder sighed. Whatever treatment they had given to the shapeshifting villain to bring out her "feminine and fertile" side had apparently worked too well. She had barely stuck her cock into the carefully-sculpted cockhole when the earthy villain had started to shake like an earthquake and begun to lose her form.

"You have to hold it for me, babe," Lois said. They had been at this an hour, and the reporter was sheathed with sweat, her pale form smeared with bits of wet clay. "Come on. Just let me blow this load in you. According to the lab techs, your biology should be able to form a womb analog...you've got ovary-like structures..."

Lois Lane had read about guys who masturbated using pottery vessels, vases, bottles and the like. Apparently it felt felt good because of the suction...but you had to be careful to leave a hole in the base so that your dick didn't get stuck there. Clayface's cunt was much the same. The dickgirl could barely move when she was inside of her, and her balls ached to blow there load...and itched terribly; the villain was oozing some sort of clear, slippery mineral oil that made Lois want to scratch her balls like nothing else.

"I...I think I can hold it," the voice turned high-pitched, the face shifted...shades of Marilyn Monroe and Lana Turner, blonde hair and green eyes, pouty pink lips, a single dark beauty mark. "Please...give it to me!"

By feat of main strength, Lois dragged her dick back to the entrance, so that only the swollen head remained inside the solid-seeming slit...and then plunged it back in, lubricated by that weird tingling pussy liquor. Lois panted like a steam engine, her balls tightened and fit to burst...the head of her cock actually burned from the constant friction...and then she pushed it in deep and grunted hard as her seed spurted out into the earthen womb.

Doctor Midnite frowned as he looked through the microscope at the sperm sample.

"Motility is...exceptional. Even for you. On par with the Flash, really. Sperm count is quite literally off the charts. No signs of deformed sperm either. Hmm." He looked up from the eyepiece. "Any encounters with magic?"

The pale grey thighs parted. The lips were a darker grey, wet and glistening, freshly shaved.

"That bitch Raven just got the ultrasounds," Jinx growled. "Twins! So for my nineteenth birthday, I want at least triplets."

Lois Lane slid onto the bed. Normally she liked a little foreplay, but the pink eyes on the young woman were fixed on her, and very intense. Even Jinx's hair was pink, drawn up into horns. The body was a bit too stick-thin for the dickgirl's tastes; Lois had found she preferred women with a bit more meat on them...but a hot, wet, and waiting pussy wasn't something she was going to pass up.

"I don't think that's how it works," the reporter joked. "I mean, I'm more than willing to try to impregnate you, but depends on a lot of factors...and it's not all down to the amount of sperm."

The pink eyes flashed. Literally flashed. Lois blinked back sudden spots on her vision.

"Let's say the odds just...tripled," the witch said.

The dickgirl wasn't sure what she meant by that...but as she ran her swollen glans up and down the slimy slit, Lois noticed that she was leaking more precum than normal...and in fact, she felt an odd pressure inside of her. It reminded her of when she had tried edging with Batgirl...bringing herself to the edge of orgasm and then backing off, time and again. Each time, something inside of her had felt more intense, a burning chunk of heat ready to explode. Babs had said that some men felt like that all the time, when they didn't masturbate, and that if left unchecked it could lead to nocturnal emissions...something Lois had avoided so far.

After all, why waste sperm?

Lois pushed forward...and Jinx's lips peeled back into a rictus grin. She was more elastic than she looked, the head of the swollen cock slipped in easily.

"I...I should t-tell you," the grey-skinned woman said as her legs wrapped around the reporter's back. "I...I've been practicing with your dildo."

The cast of her prick had been Wonder Woman's idea...a way for heroines to get used to Lois Lane's size before they scheduled a breeding. There was nothing like a young woman getting cold feet when they saw the reporter's dick...and, the Amazon had said, it helped to keep some of Lois Lane's former clients warm at night. Lois had blushed at that, especially the wistful look that the Amazon had shot her as she rubbed the distinct bulge of her stomach. Lois Lane was due to have a lot of daughters soon...

"Not...not quite have the same as the real thing," Jinx said as Lois established a rhythm. She loomed over the young woman, held her cock in deep and flexed her abs, which sent the dick moving inside the tight grey pussy without much travel. Lois had a feeling she would need to save her strength for this one...that one ejaculation just wasn't going to cut it. "You feel...bigger. Warmer. Harder. M-maybe after you give me my triplets...you could...breed my ass...next?"

Lois chuckled. "I'll breed any hole you've got. But like I said, I can't guarantee..."

The pink eyes flashed. Lois grunted as the base of her dick throbbed, and the tight tunnel that gripped her dick seemed to shrink.

"Odds are...in...my favor!" Jinx giggled...and then the eyes went wide as the first torrent of sperm burst forth from the reporter's cock, with a **** and intensity unmatched by anything in her young life.

The old man frowned. "Well, everything seems functional at the moment. Do you have time for more invasive tests?"

Lois frowned. She pulled up her smartphone and checked her breeding schedule.

"I'm pretty booked...my next appointment is with Starfire and her sister in half an hour."

The hero nodded. "All right. Well, remember to hydrate, take it easy, and if you experience any pain or further swelling, return here and we'll try an ultrasound."

Lois nodded. It was absolutely essential to monitor the health and well-being of her balls.

She had a lot of bitches left to breed.