Epilogue: Lois Lane, Dickgirl Reporter

She hated the mornings. Mornings meant morning wood, and she would wake up with the stiff, heavy weight of the cock hard against her belly. To stare down between her small tits and see the purple head of the monster drooling just past her belly button. Then Lois would have to lever herself out of bed and stagger into the bathroom.

Lois Lane wasn't some horny young teenager. She didn't need to masturbate every morning, and sometimes didn't. Yet after having a cock for six weeks, she had grown...used to the relief that it brought. To point her big dick into the sink and start to rub it with both hands. Thirteen and a half inches of cock—if she went into porn she'd have made a mint—but nothing like that interested Lois. She was still a reporter, even if she was a dickgirl. And as she pumped her hips hard, one hand behind her gland, pumping fiercely, the other reaching down behind her legs, behind her balls to press into her slit...

Well, more mornings than not, Lois ended up running hot water to clear the cum out of the sink, and using a soft cloth to rinse off her fat fucking cock.

Baggy pants weren't the solution, but they were effective. Most of the time. Lois had given up on panties pretty quickly, and switched to boxers. There were a few specialty underwear makers in Japan that did panties with penis sleeves for transsexuals, but nothing in her size. It irked Lois because even though she had this ridiculously huge dick, she was still a woman...with a woman's body, a woman's needs and desires...

The hunt for Blaze went on. Now that Lois knew what to look for, she reached out to her contacts in the police, the FBI, and the superhero community. The demon couldn't hide forever...yet every day that went by without a clue, the reporter felt a little more resigned to her fate. She was going to be a dickgirl forever.

Worse than that, someone knew. It had started off with random envelopes stuff full pictures cut from dickgirl manga, with photos of Lois Lane's face taped or pasted on top. Lois had been too embarrassed to even show them to the police at first, and they hadn't stopped...her stalker had started sending her...other things. Pocket pussies. Transsexual porn. Deepfake videos, which fortunately hadn't made it onto the web yet. Lois had contacted the police and FBI about that too, but whoever they were, they were careful and clever.

It drove Lois into frustration...and not just because someone was obviously trying to torment her. But because her stupid cock...

Dickgirl porn was like her kryptonite. It hadn't been, before the change. Now it made her so hard that Lois could hardly walk. Hardly even think. She had spent a weekend once totally entranced, rubbing her shaft for hours, cumming into her hand and eating the salty, sticky load and kept going.

She felt Clark Kent behind her before she heard him. His big hands rubbed her shoulders, and Lois relaxed into it. They had grown so much closer these past few weeks...Kent had been so considerate these past few weeks, so endearing...their relationship really had gone to a whole nother level.

"Are you clean?" she whispered as she laid her head back on the chair.

"Of course," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Bathroom, Smallville. Now," she said.

It had started, the week after. She hadn't wanted to even touch her cock, and it was so insistent...her prostate throbbed, so insistently, and it was so distracting. They had been working late, doing their research on Blaze...Kent had some good resources on that, surprisingly good. He had noticed her having a bad time, and then he had offered...

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

Lois had been taken aback at first. She had never even thought of that, not really. Yet his face, his voice, had been so earnest and...he had taken her hand and led her into the bathroom, and...

"Have you done this before?" Lois asked, butterflies in her stomach as he got on his knees and peeled down her pants.

"No. You're my first," he said, pushing the glasses up on his nose. He gave her a shy smile. "I'm not gay Lois, I just...I don't like to see you suffer. I care about you."

Lois Lane's heart had skipped a eat. She hadn't really known how much she cared for Clark Kent until that moment, when he did his best to stuff her cock in his mouth. It had been, in hindsight, a terrible blowjob. Yet it had been his first. Their first. And their relationship had only deepened from there.

Now they slipped into the family restroom and locked the door behind them. Clark took off his jacket and dropped his pants, showing that smooth, muscular ass. Already lubed up and waiting. Lois bit her lip as she dreed her dick from its confines, stiffer than it had been this morning. The anus winked at her, so much lewder than it had been a month ago, when they had made the first transition from oral to anal...and Lois Lane sighed as she began to feed her dick into that super-tight ass.

She still couldn't believe that he could take it all. He seemed utterly bottomless, his ass sucking her in until her balls pressed into his taint, just above his balls...and sighed, in the kind of contentment that she only felt in these moments. It occurred to Lois that she really should reciprocate...let him fuck her...and the thought, once it came up, settled into a firm resolve. It was definitely time to take that next step.

"Smallville...Clarke," she said, her hands on his hips as she began to pump. "I...know we've been keeping this casual but...I was thinking...if you wanted to, we could..."

Her heart was hammering. It was so hot and tight inside of it, and her balls were aching, **** to blow her load deep into his insides.

"Lois Lane," he said, wiggling his butt. "Are you asking me out?"

She slammed her cock in deep, slapped her hand against his ass so hard that it stung.

"I'm asking if you want to come home with me tonight, you miserable faggot!" Lois said. Then her tone softened. "I mean...as my boyfriend."

He squeezed his ass. He rarely did that, when they were fucking Most of the time, he just liked to let her do her thing, pump away in his tight hole until she shuddered and groaned and painted his insides white...but when he squeezed, Lois was afraid he would snap her dick right off. Every time, she would cum...it was like he was pulling the jizz straight out of her, and her whole body would stiffened as, no matter how many other times she had cum that day, she sent rope after sticky rope deep into his insides.

"I'd like that, Lois," he said, as his anal muscles relaxed. "I'd like that a lot."

Just another day in the life of Lois Lane, dickgirl reporter.