Epilogue: Daily Planet's Best Breeder

Lois Lane signed yet another card of congratulations. It was the third baby shower this week. She shook her head, not understanding what the women at the Daily Planet were thinking. Or why so many of the bulging-bellied women seemed to hang around her cubicle, acting as if they were intimate friends, pushing ultrasound images on her, asking her opinion on names... The reporter tried to humor them, but couldn't understand why they were all so friendly.

Well, most of them. Lois had also noticed a few more stares and intense whispered conversations among the women whenever she walked through the office. Lois figured it was because she was one of the few women not yet applying for maternity leave.

It seems like the only ones that haven't caught yet are Cat Grant and myself, Lois thought mentally. And I don't plan to get knocked up anytime soon.

It had been eight months since Lois had started working the missing women case, and her only lead was still the club they were last seen at. Baby fever had been hitting there too—Lois had noticed a lot of formerly trim and nubile young twenty-somethings from the nearby college sporting baby bumps. The club had shifted in response, offering more non-alcoholic drinks, the decor shifting to appeal to a more select crowd...the last time Lois had been there, she even noticed bins for free condoms in the restrooms, not that it seemed any of the sluts seemed to be using the things. Lois still stopped by, but the trail seemed to have gone completely cold. It gnawed at her.

The need to pee hit her and Lois headed to the women's restroom...and was surprised to see Cat Grant at the mirror, freshening her lipstick. The gossip columnist was a few inches shorter and a few years younger than Lois, her blonde hair in a bob cut, her perky breasts obvious implants on her fashionably-thin frame. Her dress was a green one-piece that left nothing to the imagination, and when she turned to see who came in, she gave Lois an I-know-something-you-don't-know grin.

They were alone.

"Lois!" Cat said with a smile, showing off her bright red painted lips. "I've been hearing an awful lot about you lately..."

Maybe this is my chance to find out what the office rumors are. Lois thought.

"All good things, I hope?" Lois asked, sidling closer.

"Hmm, yes. Very good things. You've become quite popular lately with just about every woman of childbearing age." She laughed quietly, as though to a private joke. Lois felt uncomfortable.

"They have been...friendly lately. I wish someone would let me in on the secret," the reporter hoped Cat would take the hint, but instead she turned to the bathroom mirror, beginning to draw on it in lipstick.

"Oh, I can do better than tell you Lois. I can show you." Lois took a few steps forward, staring at the letters as Cat Grant carefully formed them. "See, I've been feeling my biological clock ticking a bit lately too..."

With a flourish, the gossip columnist finished the final letter. Lois stared into the mirror at the mysterious message:

CROATOAN

The erection pressed against the front of Lois Lane's pants, sudden and immediate, the swollen tip pushing the back of her belt buckle. Without pre-amble her hands caught the base of the blonde's dress, pushing the one-piece outfit over her ass...

The slut wasn't even wearing panties. Just pantyhose, and that with a large damp spot beneath her muff.

"S-so it is true," Cat panted as Lois tore a hole in the hose with her fingers. "Th-the ladies in the office...all of them thought it was just a rumor...until they tried it. Oh!"

The blonde moaned as Lois slipped her cock inside the waiting hole. Cat Grant grabbed the sink, staring into the mirror at the transformed face of Lois Lane as the Daily Planet's Best Breeder began to plow her fertile cunt.

In the hallway, a pair of secretaries with swollen stomachs heard the moans and smiled at each other, like the shared a secret. They stood in front of the bathroom door, engaging in small talk and listening intently.

Cat Grant hung on to the sink at first for support, and then for dear life. Lois Lane's hips were a blur, a jackhammer pounding that threatened to pierce right through the gossip columnist's stomach. Her knees began to shake and wobble within the first five minutes, and when Lois reached around to grasp her breasts, she gripped them so tightly, the blonde thought that her implants were going to burst.

When the first hot spurt hit her womb, Cat thought that she had pissed herself. Except it didn't stop.

Lois snorted like a bull, panting, pounding, all of her attention focused on seeding the warm wet hole that fit her cock like a glove. Her eyes were inflamed by the scrawled message in red lipstick, and her first load was followed by a second and a third, all without stopping, though it took her longer and longer to recharge between shots.

After forty-five minutes of the most intense fucking of her life, pussy spasming as the dickgirl unloaded into her again, Cat Grant carefully pushed herself up, using the sink for support. Her hand scraped across the glass of the mirror, smearing the letters...not all of them but just enough so it only read CROAT...

There was a final, pained grunt from Lois...and then she stepped back, blinking. She stared oddly at the red lipstick letters on the mirror, Cat Grant on the floor, half-undressed, mascara running from her eyes. Lois shook her head. She had come in here to pee...

"Cat? Are you alright?" Lois realized suddenly that she had her pants undone, and quickly buckled them back up, even if she was now dying for a piss. "Are you...feeling sick?"

The gossip columnist stared up at Lois, face flushed, panting a little.

"Yes! Lois. I'm fine...just fine," the blonde took a long ragged breath. "Just uh...bit of baby fever, is all."

"Oh. Oh!" Lois blinked. "Are you positive? I mean, I hadn't heard you even had a boyfriend..."

"I won't know for a couple of weeks," Cat stumbled to her feet. "But uh...yeah, I opted for a sperm donor. So we'll see."

"Okay," Lois shuffled her feet, bladder fit to burst. "Well, congratulations. I mean..."

"Thanks. I'll uh...just get myself together now," Cat said. Lois smiled gratefully and sidled off into the nearest stall to finally relieve herself.

Damn, Cat too, huh? Lois sat on the toilet, unconsciously pointing her cock down toward the bowl. Baby fever really is getting everybody at the Daily Planet! And I meant to ask her about the office gossip too.