Epilogue: Lois & Lana Make A Porno

"Let's start with returning you to normal proportions," Blaze said, tapping at her smartphone. "I take it you still wish to be anatomically male, Lois?"

"Yes," Lana said, before the reporter could say anything.

"On three, two, one..." There was a brief flash from the phone's camera...a pins-and-needles sensation all over the reporter's crotch...and then she was pulling her pants aside to look at what she had left.

It was a very human dick, and a pair of hairless testes beneath it. A little on the large side...it was four inches long slack...but utterly human in shape and form.

Lana, on her side, was looking at her own pussy. "No more blueberry pie," she said.

"No, just perfectly normal human genitalia." Blaze said as she tapped her phone. "More or less. Now, I want you two to get ready for the shoot."

There were preparations to make. Lois and Lana were led into a large dressing room, where bright young things with stylish haircuts and perfect makeup under the gaze of a grey-haired professional nurse walked the pair through the setup for a proper pornographic shoot.

The two lovers made no protest as they were stripped, and very carefully washed and shaved. As one woman carefully shaved the red stubble off of Lana Lang's vulva, another pried apart Lois Lane's butt cheeks to carefully scrape at the fine hairs around her asshole. The reporter winced.

"Is all this really necessary?" She asked, at one point. The matron raised an eyebrow.

"My dear, pornography does not just happen. I will not have you before the camera looking like a pair of sluts off the street, or some overweight married couple filming their hairy asses and sagging tits heaving before a webcam. You will be washed, cleaned, perfumed, medicated, and made to look like the walking wet dreams you truly can be."

She smiled. "Then, and only then, will you be permitted to fuck."

The matron wasn't kidding. There were enemas for both of them, and a douche for Lana; they brushed their teeth and scraped their tongues under the woman's watchful eye. As they sat in the chairs, the young women got to work on their hair and perfume. Lois had seen those makeup videos of the before-and-after for pornstars, but this was the first time experiencing it herself. Every minor blemish and imperfection was carefully covered, rouge blushed up her cheeks and nipples, eyelashes darkened, and slowly, as promised, they began to look less like themselves and more like the women of Playboy and Hustler.

A regimen of pills were presented to Lois, along with a bottle of mineral water. The steel-haired nurse watched Lois take them.

"Zinc, B12, viagra, ejaculation volume enhancer, AMDA," she listed them off. A small container of something was waved under the reporter's nose. "Press into your nostril and snort."

Unhappily, Lois did so. A harsh chemical odor filled her nose, like some industrial solvent and rubber cement rolled together. It would have brought tears to her eyes, but Lois didn't want to ruin her markeup.

"Popper," the nurse said, surveying the young women's work critically. "It will help relax your sphincters, makes anal sex easier. Your partner is getting it too. Now, I think you're about ready."

Lois threaded her fingers into Lana's hand as the nurse led them into the soundstage. A single California-king size bed dominated the small set. It was boxed in on two sides, the wall holding three sets of shelves carrying various sex toys and lubricants. Hot lights burned overhead. There were five camerawomen, three working from tripods, one on a dolly, and a fifth with a handheld.

"For close-up shots," the matron explained, leading the pair to the bed. Various grips held boom mikes and lights. It was a scene of quiet activity, waiting for only one thing.

Blaze appeared, and sat in the director's chair behind one of the cameras.

"We're going to shoot for four hours. The main views will be going out live on pay-per-view, streaming on the web." She announced. "The additional footage will be edited together later for the DVD and blu-ray release."

Lana's hand gripped Lois tighter, but neither of them said a thing. This was a lot more professional than they had planned. There would be no walking away from this...but the baby was worth it.

"Now, as for our talent," she gave a devilish grin. "This is going to be gonzo. Don't look at the cameras, and when you do cum, make sure we see the money shot. I want you to spray it all over her, right? We'll have signs to prompt you as to what you do. For example," she clicked her fingers.

A red-and-pink-haired young woman with hazel eyes held up a rectangle of white cardboard. It read BLOWJOB, drawn in two-foot high letters in black sharpie.

Lois looked down at herself. She was already hard, her very human penis standing out from her body seven or eight inches.

"Four hours of your life," Angelica Blaze said. Lois and Lana met her gaze. "That is what we agreed. Now get on the bed."

"Let's get this over with," Lois said, turning to the readhead. Her hand reached down and cupped Lana's bare bum, squeezing the soft cheek gently. She leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I love you."

Once they were both sitting on the bed, Blaze raised her voice.

"ACTION!"

Scene 1: KISS

There was a familiar warmth now, the way their lips met. They knew each other's tongues, how they tasted. Not too deep, not to greedy. Sharing the moment, drawing it out. Lois Lane's eyes closed, trying not to think about the cameras watching her. A hand slipped down to Lana's breast and squeezed, one little unscripted moment.

Then Lois opened her eyes and saw the extra holding the next cue card.

Scene 2: **** ON HER COCK

Lana Lang horked as the stiff cock slammed against her uvula. She could already feel the tears in her eyes, the mascara starting to run. Drool ran down from her mouth, spilling onto the bedsheets. The pregnant woman grabbed the reporter's ass and pulled her face forward, trying to shove as much of the dick as possible into her throat, which trying not to vomit. Her tongue slithered out and lapped at the hairless testes dangling between the reporter's legs.

From the director's chair, Blaze gave her a thumb's up.

Scene 3: FUCK HER FACE

Lois had hold of the redhead's hair, bouncing her balls against the pregnant woman's chin. Away from the cameras, an extra held up another cue card: SPIT IN HER FACE.

Sorry, honey, The reporter thought as she gathered saliva in her mouth. She stared down at Lana, who couldn't see the cue card, focused intently on letting her lover pushed that cock in and out of her throat.

The spit hit her practically in one of her big blue eyes, and for one terrible moment there was a look of shock and betrayal that broke Lois Lane's heart. Then Lana got a distracted look in her eye, and Lois felt a wet finger press against her asshole.

Scene 5: LICK HER ASS

The young woman with the handheld had climbed onto bed with them. Lois could see her legs sticking out as she shot Lana's tongue slathering over the reporter's carefully cleaned and immaculately shaven ringpiece. Her cock throbbed gently, dripping precum onto the camerawoman's t-shirt.

A slimy, lubed up finger gently slid into the reporter's asshole. She had to focus on not tensing up, just trying to relax...it only slid in to the first digit, just a fingerhold...and then it pulled, the sphincter opening unnaturally easily, and a moment later the reporter felt Lana's tongue licking around the rim of her stretched-out hole.

Right in front of her, a camera was focused on Lois Lane's face, capturing her expression as the tongue invaded her ass for the first time this night and streaming it to tens of thousands of masturbating fans.

Scene 10: FIST EACH OTHER

"Come on...you can do it," Lois urged, her face twisted as Lana's knuckles stretched her asshole into an unfamiliar shape. She groaned as the redhead's fist "Just...fucking...do it! GAAAH!"

The reporter gave out a guttural scream as her pregnant lover's hand made it past her sphincter. A dribble of cum spurted out of the reporter's rock-hard erection as the hand brushed hard against her prostate. Lois Lane's asshole burned, and she was desperately trying to repress the urge to go to the bathroom—glad, as she never had been before, that they both had enemas already. Fingers shifted inside of her, a weird and novel feeling.

"N-now your turn."

Lana was on her back on the bed, Lois on her hands and knees on top, facing the pregnant woman's pussy. The reporter pushed her elbows behind Lana's raised legs, bringing her butt up to better expose her asshole. A grip had placed a bottle of lube within arm's reach, and Lois took it gratefully, smearing a generous amount on her left hand, almost losing grip on the bottle as she squirted the cold, clear fluid against her lover's ass.

"Deep breath," she said as her fingers went into a steeple, pressing against the quivering pink orifice. Behind her, Lana began to move, slowly sliding her fist in and out, just a millimeter at a time, loosening up the hole to go deeper.

Final Scene: CUM ON HER FACE

White streams floated through the air. Across the streams of ruined makeup, soaking into her hair. Lois aimed the spurting head down, sending ropes of fresh cum into Lana's nostrils. The redhead snorted, blew cum bubbles. Her mouth was open, and Lois let the dying erection against the gaping lips, the last few drops dribbling into her mouth.

The reporter shook, exhausted. All track of time had been lost, but the viagra was finally wearing off, and she'd busted all the nuts she was going to bust tonight. It had to be over. She knew it.

Blaze appeared bearing a final cue card. It was gold foil, the message in black letters.

PEE IN HER MOUTH

Lois groaned and closed her eyes, working unfamiliar muscles.

"I'll make it up to you," she promised as Lana laid there, unsuspecting. Cum covered her closed eyelids. She couldn't see the card. The camerawoman with the handheld moved in hungrily, eager for the shot. "Somehow."

"...and we're off. That's a wrap!" Blaze announced. "Good job everyone. Let's have a round of applause for our stars!"

Lois and Lana laid on the bed, side by side, in pools of their own fluids. The reporter's hand found the redhead's. Lana gripped her tight.

Somehow, that seemed to make it okay. It had been a hell of a night. Now they were free. Together. Just Lana & Lois...and a baby makes three.