Epilogue: Dr. Tits

LEX LUTHOR CONFESSES ALL

Lois Lane stared at the headline on her phone. It was good, succinct, and she'd had to edit out a lot of the more salacious details. Not for the first time, she marveled at her own power. The pussy-implanted post-hypnotic suggestions had sent the billionaire industrialist and mad scientist straight into the hands of the police. Superman's greatest foe behind bars...at least, she figured, until his lawyers found some way to get him out.

Bastard deserves life in prison, Lois thought, tapping her finger against the screen. No one can blame me for enjoying my little reward for a good deed.

She stared down at her nails. They were longer than she normally wore, and Lois had taken to painting them pink. Most of her "bonus" that Perry White had given her from the Luthor story had gone in for an improved wardrobe. Finally, Lois could afford some of the more high-end retail establishments. A real Louis Vuitton purse. Gucci pumps. Tight Prada that hugged the waist and emphasized her slim body.

Lois Lane might not be worth a million, but she looked it...and heads had been turning to prove it.

Of course, it didn't matter what you hung on a body if there were no curves to show off...

"Miss Lane?" The nurse at the desk said. "The doctor will see you now."

The reporter rose, heart a-flutter and followed her into the room of the best cosmetic surgeon in Metropolis.

Dr. Jean Tetons, better known among the ultra-wealthy as "Dr. Tits," was handsome, tall, coldly intelligent, with the most piercing eyes that she had ever seen. He did not rise as she entered, and did not bid her take a seat.

"I will be blunt, Miss Lane," he said as the nurse left. "I don't know why you were scheduled for a consult, but a credit check shows that you cannot afford my services."

Lois smiled coldly.

"I appreciate that bluntness, Dr. Tetons—or should I say, Dr. Thomas Elliott, late of Gotham and the Arkham Asylum?"

His face did not move a millimeter. It had taken Lois quite a lot of digging to find out where the villain known as Hush had ended up, but once she had found him in her own back yard, the plan had almost seemed to make itself.

"If you wanted to expose me, you would have done it through that rag of a newspaper," he said, finally. "So what is it? ****?"

Lois Lane's smile grew wider. She walked around the desk, her superhuman musk dripping down her legs with every step.

"Not at all. I want to engage your services as a cosmetic surgeon. Have a little work done. At a rather steep discount. Quid-pro-quim, you might say."

His nostrils flared, face flushing. He bared his teeth. Only a fool would mistake it for a smile. As Lois rounded the desk, she noted the erection ruining the lining of his bespoke pants.

"I...see. What kind of work?"

"Breast augmentation," Lois said.

A flicker of professional interest crossed his face. "Implants?"

"Fat grafting injection," her hands slid to the hem of her skirt and lifted it. Her pussy gleamed wetly, the pheromones filling the air with a feminine musk. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Lois noticed how white-knuckled the doctor's hands were clutching the arms of his chair. "But I want to go big."

He swallowed heavily, a hint of sweat on his brow.

"Difficult. Time-consuming." Elliot gasped.

"You are the best," Lois said. "And in exchange..."

She knelt down and undid his fly, careful not to actually touch his prick. While she had refined her powers considerably practicing on Blaze and Perry White, the intensity of the full power of her pussy was such that sometimes they could go off with just the slightest brush.

He had the kind of face that she could ride for a while. But her pussy's power was absolute when the cock was in her...and Lois could almost feel him still trying to resist even now.

Gently, she sank into his lap. Hush tensed and shuddered, climaxing immediately as her warm folds enveloped him...but by then her supercunt was already going to work, feeding the cock the chemicals to keep it stiff and strong, even as her chemical control over him became tighter and tighter.

"You can do it?" Lois said. "Real breasts. Massive, but not fake."

"How...big," He said, then gasped again, firing off a second shot inside her in less than a minute. Inside of her pussy, delicate sensory organs sending her detailed information. The former supervillain "tasted" clean, free of STDs, his genetics superior for a human.

Good breeding material, Lois noted, who had started making a mental note of such things.

"600 cc," she said as she started to move. "Which should take me from an A to a DD."

For starters, she thought to herself.

His hands slipped off the chair arms and slid under her shirt, grabbing at his breasts...but not with blind lust. She watched in admiration as his brow furrowed in concentration, hands performing a skilled, if impromptu, exam.

"For that volume...we'll need to expand your skin, first. Prepare you for the graft. Probably...multiple procedures. You have...a low body mass ratio...but I've been experimenting with...clonal adipose cells. Universal donor. We can go as big as you want..."

The reporter grinned. She could see that this was going to be a long and mutually beneficial relationship. Which was just as well; he would probably need repeated sessions to make sure that the post-hypnotic suggestions stayed in place.

"Thank you, Doctor Tetons," she whispered, letting her internal muscles milk him. The man groaned as her pussy literally sucked the sperm out of him. "Now, I want you to remember..."