Epilogue: Living With A Secret

Four weeks. Lois showed up to work, all smiles and seriousness. The missing women had shown up with a story about a mystery trip to Mexico, the article was written, on to the next. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter busied herself with work.

Except things were different, now. Lois was different. Not on the outside. Yet she could feel it, all throughout the day. The little itch that couldn't be scratched, the secret that couldn't be told. She was sure that Clark suspected something, he had looked at her oddly every now and again, been about to say something...but he never asked.

Lois was grateful for that.

Then the day would end, and Lois would go home. Holding her secret deep inside of her all the long bus ride. Real and present with every step. Dying to burst out as she rode the elevator up to her floor. By the time she shut the door behind her, Lois was tearing off her clothes headed toward the bathroom.

There, in the peace and quiet of her shower, Lois would pop into a squat and let her secret out. The two-foot-long black dildo, three inches thick, slick and shiny with the lubricant that her demonic asshole secreted, perfectly clean and free of shit. Squatting on her haunches, she used that superhuman muscle control to push it all out, curling lazily onto the floor...and then begin to draw it back in. Push and pull, in and out, fucking herself hands-free, relying on her inhuman muscles to masturbate with the snake-like sex toy.

After the incident in the club, it had taken her three days of feeling empty before Lois had pressed a can of Coke to her asshole before work one morning. She remembered the cold metal rim pressing into her cheeks...and then Lois had made her ass relax, and set the heavy can on the toilet, and sat down...and it had gone into her, just like a conjurer's trick. No difficulty at all. Just the sensation of the twelve-ounce can in her colon, pressing against her vagina from the inside, a pleasant, cold, hard fullness.

That had been enough to get her through the day, then. She had worried about retrieving it, since the can wasn't flared, her asshole closing easily over the base of the can, but it had turned out with her muscle control all she had to do was press down and she could easily push it out.

That had been enough for about a week. By that time she was sitting on a liter plastic bottle of cola, the hard plastic tip jabbing up into her stomach, gasping and pleasantly full, but disconcerting when it sloshed inside her as she moved. Lois had spent the day at the Daily Planet worried at any moment that it would burst inside of her, fizzy cola exploding out of her ass. That was when she had put in the order for her special toy.

By the time it arrived, she had been eyeing the two-liter bottles. Wondering if the distension in her stomach would be obvious if she could cover it up with the right clothes.

Now here Lois was, biting her lip as she fucked her ass with her secret, the one she had carried around all day, a comforting fullness fr her needy ass...and then her cellphone rang.

She stood up, half the dildo hanging out of her like an obscene tail, and fetched the phone. A text message, unknown number.

HAD YOUR PERIOD RECENTLY, SWEETMEAT? -B

Blaze, Lois thought and felt her blood run cold as she did the mental arithmetic, and came out feeling like a broken typewriter. She was so shocked that she almost let the dildo drop out of her ass. Almost.

Ten minutes later, she was propped up on the toilet, using both hands to shove the giant dildo in and out of her asshole. Waiting for the test, resting in its plastic case on the edge of the sink, to run its course. She panted as she roughly fucked her ass, working out her frustration and agitation at the situation. Here she was, after only four weeks, a complete anal sex addict, unable to even funtion without something plugging up her backside. Lois wondered if she should just pull the damn toy out and double-fist herself when she glanced at the test.

Two blue lines.

"Oh," she said, staring at her belly button as though her gaze could pierce flesh and muscle to where a little clump of cells was busily doubling in size. Lois couldn't see it yet. Wouldn't be showing for some weeks yet. But it was clear to her now that she was actually carrying two secrets.