Epilogue: Improve Your Love Life With Mad Science

LOIS LANE WEDS LEX LUTHOR
BRIDE ALREADY PREGGERS!
SUPERMAN LEAVES METROPOLIS FOR GOTHAM

Lois Luthor groaned at the headlines. The Daily Planet had been good about it, really. Lex had given them exclusive access to the wedding, and it had been a grand affair; the billionaire had spent more money on the simple ceremony than most non-profits took in during a year. The reporter had made him donate an equal amount of money to women's shelters and famine relief, and he had done it.

It was the paparazzi she hadn't been prepared for. The photographers were out in ****, every day, and gleefully speculated wildly about the changes in her body. The worst part is, they weren't entirely wrong. Lex had been more than able to meet her sexual needs, day and night, but he never pulled out, and her reinforced uterus had quickened in no time. Lois Lane was confirmed as pregnant only hours into the honeymoon.

Marriage to Lex Luthor had turned out to be, not what she'd expected. In the last month she'd lost her apartment and, because of the expansion of her hips to accommodate her vast and cavernous cunt, most of her wardrobe. In exchange she'd gained a staff that catered to her every want and whimsy, a discretionary budget, and Luthor's expectations that she be ready, willing, and able to fuck him at the drop of a hat...and he'd drop it himself.

It was so strange to wake up in the morning to feel that fat cock nuzzling against her cunt—and to roll over, his cybernetically-augmented dick standing straight up like a biological fire hydrant, and Lois would lower herself slowly over it, still amazed at how easily her body could accommodate the massive prick. It was like giving birth in reverse, every morning. Lois would sink down on that cock, her pussy dripping a thick lubricating slime, one hand resting on her stomach to feel the bump of his head stretching her out...and he looked so innocent sleeping. Utterly content, not plotting against Superman or the world, just perfectly at peace...and that was as close as Lois could get to loving him.

Of course, then at some point in the proceedings he would wake up, and those green eyes would fix on her and he'd sneer...and then what began as a dutiful wife's pleasurable obligation became a kind of grinding early-morning hate-fuck. Although she hated to admit that she'd never gone to bed so mad at him that she hadn't insisted her fuck her one last time. It had gotten to the point where she had trouble sleeping if her mammoth cunt-tunnel wasn't flooded with his sperm.

No, the problem with being married to Lex Luthor wasn't the sex or the paparazzi. It was the mad science. He liked to tinker...and as far as he was concerned, Lois Lane was one of his prize test subjects. It had started the day after they were married...

They took breakfast together. She had a cup of coffee and was reading the paper, he was munching his way through some specially-calibrated blend of nutrients that he called "LexFlakes" and viewing something on his tablet...except that she caught him staring. Not in the way of lovers who like to gaze on the subject of their rapture, or of a rich man who enjoys examining his beautiful trophy wife. Lex was staring at Lois like a man working out some complex problem in his head.

"What?" She asked finally, putting the paper down.

"Have you ever wanted...bigger breasts?"

She'd blinked, taken aback. Her bosom had never been her favorite part of herself. Puberty had come late and stayed barely long enough to give her a set of B-cups. Well-formed breasts, with a half-teardrop shape and just a hint of sag, small pink nipples with areola that could be covered by a pair of quarters. Lex had never voiced any criticism of her breasts, but now that she thought back to it, this morning when playing with her chest he had been rather cold and clinical as he grasping them with his hands, pinching and pulling her nipples until they grew erect, squeezing them with his big hands...

"I looked into a breast augmentation," Lois admitted. "After I got out of college. But the options available were...unsatisfactory. Lots of surgery, less sensation, long healing times, and the results never quite looked...natural. Plus it usually rules out breastfeeding, and I still wanted...want...kids."

He lowered his spoon into the empty bowl. The steeples of his fingers came together.

"And if they did look and feel...natural...how big would you want your breasts?"

A cool shiver ran through Lois. Anyone else would be joking, but her husband was being serious. She swallowed hard, feeling the hot coffee in her stomach and maybe a hint of nausea that she hoped was morning sickness. Yet that very ball of tension inside of her...she paused to consider it. Her eyes narrowed as she mirrored his own cool gaze.

"How big would you want them?" She asked.

Which is how, later that day, she found herself summoned to one of his laboratories... Lex was in a labcoat, his bald head shining with sweat. Every screen showed a breast in some form or other, although a few included three-dimensional models of DNA spirals, pictures of cow udders, details anatomical diagrams of pectoral muscles...

"I have been examining your DNA," he said, then paused to see if she had a response to that. Lois put her hands on her now much-broader hips and waited. She wasn't going to make a fuss about him getting a DNA sample at this rate. Besides, the prenup had been quite clear if she killed him, she didn't get any of his money.

"I believe I have unlocked a simple genetic treatment which will unleash your maximum potential breast growth," he said. The mad scientist held up a syringe.

Lois blinked. That was...unexpected. A part of her wondered if she should stop this now, while she could...but then another part of her knew that if Lex wanted to experiment on her, he simply would. She had no delusions that they were in love, and it was better to consent while she could. Besides, she was curious if it would work.

"Any idea how big I'll get?" She said. Then another thought. "This won't give me cancer, would it?"

"Extrapolations from your genetic code suggest maximum mammary size should be somewhere in the range of a 40F, if hormonal conditions and calorie intake are optimal," he said with a bit of pride. "And no. This is simply a retrovirus to unlock the genes that are restricting your current breast growth; we've been using a similar procedure on LexCorp cattle to improve udder size and milk production. All the growth itself will be natural...like a second puberty."

The reporter rubbed her stomach. She didn't like being compared to a cow. "Will it hurt the baby?"

He paused. "The uterine barrier should prevent the retrovirus from crossing, but if it doesn't, all it would do is mean our children will be born with large breasts in their genes."

Lois sighed. A part of her had a bad feeling about this...but another part of her was willing to take the risk. After all, with her wider hips, she felt very bottom-heavy. A bit more up top would help even her out. She bared her arm, and let her husband inject the contents of the syringe into her arm. This close, she could feel his cock through his pants, brushing her leg. The reporter had no doubt he'd want to fuck her again soon...

Then she caught him staring, holding the empty syringe.

"What?" She asked.

"Have you ever wanted...to try anal sex?"

The reporter sighed. He did like to tinker.