Epilogue: Lois Lane, LexCorp's Best Futa Secretary

"Lois...are you sure?"

Perry White eyed the reporter warily. She looked...calm. Confident. Her back straight, shoulders out. There was a smile on her lips and a spring in her step. If not for the bombshell of a resignation letter she had just dumped on his desk, the editor of the Daily Planet would have congratulated her on having finally gotten laid.

"It's an opportunity I can't pass up, chief," Lois said. "Six-figure salary, with stock options...and direct access to Lex Luthor on a daily basis...with that kind of money and access, I think I can really make a difference."

"Well...I hope you're right. All I can say is, we'll miss you," he said. "Sure we can't organize you a going-away party or something?"

Lois Lane's smile went a little sad for a moment. Maybe she was thinking about Clark Kent, Jimmy Olsen, and her other friends.

"I've already said my goodbyes, chief. I need to make a clean break. It's time to start a new life."

The penthouse apartment hadn't taken long to move into. Mr. Luthor wanted Lois available 24/7. The new wardrobe was everything she could have wanted. The tight miniskirts that didn't quite conceal her cock. The custom-made pantyhose with the "third leg." A whole shelf of butt plugs of various lengths and diameters. Lois knew she would have to work her way up to the bigger ones...and in truth, a part of her was looking forward to it.

She threw herself into her duties with all the passion and intelligence she had brought to her reporting. Snickers around the LexCorp top floors ceased within the first few weeks as efficiency increased. A word from Lex Luthor's private secretary had routed out the most abusive managers. The employee union was finally formed. Minimum wage throughout LexCorp were raised. Contracts with many of the worst governments were not renewed.

Lois Lane smiled, pleased at her accomplishments as she gently stroked her cock. Mr. Luthor would want her to be hard for their two o'clock coffee break. Miss Lena would be there as well.

The reporter went in with the tray and the cups to find the siblings at one of the side tables in his office. The secretary's cock stood out, a great dollop of clear precum running down the underside of the shaft from the glans.

"Does anyone want cream?"

The siblings shared a glance.

"None for me," he said, "Perhaps later."

"I'll have some," Lena Luthor said cheerfully.

In the past month, the handicapped businesswoman had become notably more extroverted, sociable, and friendly. She often came by Lois' desk for coffee and cream, or just to chat. Luthor said nothing, even when Lena wheeled herself out of the office with a line of white drops oozing from the seat of her wheelchair. A LexCorp cleaning robot followed along behind her, before it could soak into the carpet.

Now, Lena unhooked her skirt, which was buttoned at the side, and pulled it off to reveal her fiery red crotch hair...no panties, today.

"You realize, of course, that if you keep that up you're going to give me a new nephew or niece," he said as Lois set the tray down on the table, then knelt before Lena's chair and shifted her body down until the woman's cunny hung over the edge.

Lena smiled. "Who says I haven't already?"

Lex snorted, but simply sipped his coffee as Lois gently tapped and rubbed the glans of her girlcock against Lena's clitoris. She didn't know if it was the nightly sessions with the programming device that Lex insisted she have, but the reporter was very turned on at the thought of knocking Miss Luthor up. The idea of bouncing the pregnant, big-bellied Luthor on her lap had begun to haunt her dreams.

"Actually, Lois, I've been meaning to discuss something with you," Lex said. "While your performance has been exemplary...there are two issues that could use some improvement."

Lois Lane was in the middle of squeezing her cock back into Lena's well-lubed channel. The secretary paused and turned to the bald man.

"Sir?"

Luthor tapped a control on the edge of his chair. The wall, one giant smartscreen, came to life. Lois Lane saw a three-dimensional diagram of her body. The breasts were highlighted. As she watched, the 3D model's figures expanded.

"Breast augmentation," he said. "In particular polypropylene string implants."

On the screen, the glowing breasts on the 3D model grew to almost cartoonish sizes. Lois shifted her hips forward, aware of Miss Lena's impatience.

"Of course, Mr. Luthor. If you think it's for the best," Lois said loyally.

"I do," Luthor said, as Lena began to pant and moan. He sipped his coffee, eyes focused on some image that appeared only in his head...of having the secretary with the biggest tits and the biggest cock in the world...the perfect futanari secretary.

He shifted in his seat, cock suddenly hard. Lois Lane slammed her cock in swiftly now, which was how Lena liked it. Lex had always wondered if his sister harbored any masochist tendencies, but since Lois had come along he had found out that she was, in fact, simply a massive size queen.

"Uggh!" Lena cried out, fingers white-knuckled as they gripped the arms of her wheelchair, and a moment of hard pounding later Lois grunted as her swollen cock pumped another sticky load of sperm into his sister's cunt.

Lex smiled. he liked to indulge them both. In truth, the LexCorp smart toilets had already reported there was no sign of menstrual blood in Lena's leavings; no period suggested conception had already taken place...but they would have to wait for a few weeks and monitor the chemical traces to see if she had actually "taken."

Idly, Lex tapped out the barebones of a program. If they could expand the smart toilet market, the data they could skim off could be fed to marketing to target users for goods and medical services...an interesting market opportunity, that...

The bald billionaire left his sister and secretary to their devices; neither would be satisfied with just one time, and as much as he enjoyed his coffee, there was work to be done. First things first would be to schedule Lois Lane's appointment for her new implants.