Epilogue: Blaze's Bimbo

"...so, the good news is, we rescued the women and broke up the operation," Zatanna had told her on the phone, after all was said and done. Superman was using Lois Lane's bathroom, but the reporter was sure he could still hear everything.

"And the bad news?" Lois said, a strange queasiness sliding into the pleasant afterglow. When she had woken up, her pussy had been tired and sore, like the day after a hiking trip; now it felt on fire, red and inflamed, like she had just finished a marathon.

Which, in a way, I did, Lois smiled to herself happily at the thought, even as she felt Superman's cum cover her stomach. She had asked him not to cum inside, and he had obliged like a perfect gentleman. Next time, we need to get some condoms...

"...Blaze, the demon you knew as Angelica, escaped and swore ****. We're tracking her, but she's powerful and crafty." Zatanna finished.

The reporter's heart sank. That was...non-ideal.

"So what do I do?" She asked, something of this morning's despair creeping back into her voice.

Superman strode in. Naked, he was even more impressive than in his costume. Something about the hair on his chest and stomach that appealed to Lois. Real men had hair. Not like a grizzly bear, but just enough to show he was a man and not a boy... He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Maybe you could...at least temporarily...move in with me," he suggested. "That way I could protect you when we're not at work."

Lois bit her lip...but couldn't keep a smile off of her face. Move in with Superman? Share the same bed every night?

"We'll have to think up a good cover story...Smallville," she added. He leaned down, smiling himself.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Miss Lane."

The reporter forgot to turn off the phone. Zatanna stayed on the other end of the line until the very end...when Lois gasped and asked him to pull out and cum on her face...and then the witch ended the call with a very satisfied sigh.

Word spread around the Daily Planet rather quickly when Lois and Clark began to show up at work together...and to leave together. The gossips wondered how long it would be before he offered her a ring, or if they had set a date yet. Lois found herself in a good mood. It had only been a week since the bust at Blaze's club, and she had interviewed all of the women...who were slowly recovering from the bimbo ****, although their bodies would face certain permanent changes. Perry White loved the story, tastefully edited to not include the reporter's pornographic episode, and gave a sly wink to Lois when Clark came into the office behind her.

The reporter settled into her chair at her desk and sipped her coffee.

Life was good.

"Hmmm," Lois frowned. Life might be good, but the black coffee needed something...and there, on her desk, she noticed a little packet of creamer. The reporter didn't remember putting it there, but it was at hand. She quickly popped two open and dunked the white liquid into the steaming black liquid. It blossomed up into a rich, cloudy brown.

Lois sipped it. There was a bit of a flavor there, and she hoped the creamer hadn't gone off...but it seemed fine otherwise.

The reporter turned to her work. The coffee slowly disappeared. Minutes clicked away as the office buzzed around her...and then Lois found it more difficult to concentrate. Her typing became more hesitant, and she cursed as she had to delete and retype sentences. Spent long moments hunting words that she was sure she knew. A pressure was building behind her eyes, the sure sign of an oncoming headache, and the more she tried to focus, the more it felt like her head was wrapped in cotton candy.

Worse than that, her underwear, which had seemed to fit fine this morning, was now clearly too tight. The reporter grit her teeth in irritation as she felt the bra dig into her breasts, and her underwear felt like a thong. Lois slid her hand back between her chair and her ass, determined to dig it out of her crack before she gave herself a wedgie...and then her hand pushed against her butt...and again...and comprehension dawned on Lois as she realized there was far more derriere than there should be...

Her head spun as she stared at the coffee...and the creamer packets.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" she whispered, realizing that Blaze had slipped some of her bimbo pills in there.

Except it was happening faster than before. Lois could already see and feel her tits swelling. The reporter clapped a hand over her expanding breasts and heaved herself to her feet. Head down, she grabbed her phone and dashed to the family restroom, hoping no one would see her. The last thing she needed was somebody to ask a question, especially the way she felt.

What was more, Lois Lane's lips felt oddly puffy...beestung. She slammed the door behind her and looked in the mirror...

It was worse than she thought. Her breasts were already tenting the blouse, little gaps showing between the buttons as her mammaries expanded. The reporter's lips were swollen and puffy too.

"Cockthuckerth," she lisped a little. She shook her head and dialed Clark...she needed his help.

Minutes passsed, and then a discreet knock at the door, Lois unlocked it, opened it an inch...and then sighed with relief and opened it wider, to allow her superboyfriend to slide in. His face was grim.

"I called Zatanna. She was afraid something like this would happen. Unfortunately, there's no antidote to Blaze's potion...we'll just have to wait for the effects to wear off."

"I can't go out there like thith!" Lois stomped her foot. "Thomeone with thee me..."

Her hands ran up and down, emphasizing her ballooning tits, the bra really digging into her shoulder now, and her swollen butt, which stuck out tight against what had been a very modest skirt, exposing the crack of her ass. Her panties were a tight wet rope between her thighs., her whole body hot...and growing hotter by the moment.

"Last time, it only took a couple of hours," Clark said. "But Zatanna says with each dose, the effects may last longer...and grow more ****. Why don't I change and fly you home, we'll tell Perry you aren't feeling well."

"Yeth...you're right..." The reporter rubbed her temples. Clark swiftly undid his ties and slipped out of his shoes...but before he could do his superspeed change, Lois found herself on her knees, fumbling with his belt.

"Lois?" He said, pausing as she pulled down his red underwear. The reporter didn't even answer. Her puffed-out lips glomped onto the side of dick, tongue poking out as she gave it an obscene kiss.

"Thorry, Thmallville," Lois managed as she pulled his underwear farther down, freeing his balls and giving them a good squeeze. "I need thith tho bad..."

Her jaw opened and she swallowed his cock in a way that she never had before, not even during all their lovemaking of the past week. It was like her gag reflex was gone, the head of his dick pushing straight into the tight, hot confines of her throat...and Lois grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her mouth, until her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, and it just felt so right, to have that warm meatstick inside of her.

It wasn't a classy blowjob. Lois sucked and drooled, muscles in her mouth and throat working, but she never moved her head an inch, never let him leave her mouth at all. When, after a few minutes, he tried to gently move back and forth, her lips remained glued in place, and he was simply pushing and pulling, fucking her throat as her fingers squeezed and massaged his invulnerable testicles...until at last his cock stiffened, pressing against the back of her esophagus. His breath grew a little ragged, and the fat shaft seemed to swell. In her hands, Lois felt the balls tense and draw up in anticipation...and then with a gentlemanly tap on her shoulder, she knew it was time.

Lois gave him a thumbs up...and Superman sighed, and emptied himself into her throat. It felt like a hot stream of acid on her stomach, the heat filling her chest...and Lois Lane's cocksucking lips kept latched on until the very end. When he did finally pry her unresisting head off of his cock, her tongue swirled around it to get every last drop...and she sat there on her knees on the bathroom floor, panting for breath, ready to burst out of her clothes.

"Let's...get you home," Superman said.

Yet both of them knew that Blaze's bimbo **** had only begun. Later, when her mind had cleared and the swelling had gone down, Lois would wonder...what would have happened if Superman hadn't been right there?