Epilogue: Lois Lane, LexCorp's Biggest & Best Futa Secretary

Lois Lane's uniform for the first few weeks did its best to hide the surgical tape and dressings. Then it was a matter of monitoring her growth, the shape of her breasts. The implants stimulated growth, but not all at once. Over time the skin stretched, the areola lost definition and became vague patches as the tits outgrew the secretary's head. Her workouts to build and maintain her back muscles became more intense, and Lex supervised the injection of steroids to promote growth. The bigger the muscles, the more tit-mass she could carry...

His eyes danced whenever she carried the coffee in these days. Tight shirts and dresses that emphasized the cartoonish proportions. They had to redesign her desk just so she could get at the keyboard, or turn without knocking everything onto the floor. The high heels that were part of her uniform accentuated her height, the new mass of her shoulders...and at Lex Luthor's order, she let her dark hair grow, down to the center of her back as the weeks turned into months and one bra after another was discarded.

They were productive months. The employee union had won major gains for workplace rights and compensation. A series of settlements and cooperation with various legal authorities had ended the vast majority of LexCorps' illegal and quasi-legal activities. No more **** labor harvesting cocoa beans in Africa, Chinese factories producing LexCorp products were now some of the safest, and with the best-paid employees in the country.

Lois Lane wasn't the only one that was growing.

Lena Luthor's distended abdomen spilled into her lap as she wheeled into the secretary's office.

"Miss Lena," Lois said as she turned around. "You're early! Mr. Luthor's coffee hour isn't..."

The pregnant woman didn't stop. She wheeled herself right up to Lois and rolled up the secretary's skirt. The cock popped free.

She was wearing the rings today, as per the instructions that whispered in her ear each night. Metal bands that almost seemed to sink into the flesh, her cock rigid and swollen reddish-purple. The pregnant woman's hands slid around to grasp the reporter's firm, muscular buttocks as her mouth slid over and engulfed the head of the cock that had knocked her up.

"I hope Mr. Luthor is okay with coffee without cream today," Lois whispered.

As the pregnancy had progressed, Lena had gotten bolder. Day or night, she would find Lois and, without a word, touch her thigh...squeeze her ass...run rough, uncaring hands over those great, fake breasts. Lois Lane couldn't even see the wheelchair-bound woman beneath her titanic tits, but she could hear the nasty slurping, feel the suction and writhing tongue. Lena had, the reporter knew, been practicing her deep throat technique...and even if she hadn't quite managed to take all of Lois inside her mouth yet, this was just the preamble to what Lena really wanted.

Lex Luthor found his sister laid out on his desk, half-smothered by the massive mammaries of his secretary as Lois Lane reamed the paraplegic woman's cunt. His coffee cup was empty...but the sight of the black plug nestled between the reporter's cheeks brought a smile to his face. They had worked on Lois' anal cavity slowly but surely. At night, she slept with a plug in her bigger than his fist, all while his instructions whispered through her mind...reinforcing and further shaping his secretary.

He had such plans for her.

His fingers gripped the flared base of the buttplug and pulled. Clear lube dripped out of the distended hole, the pink inner skin of the anus rolling out as it held onto the plug, which he set on the edge of the desk. This one had been modeled after his own cock.

Lois gasped as he slid inside of her. The **** of his thrust transmuted through her body into his sister's pregnant form.

"The twins are putting pressure on her body," Lex Luthor said as her ass gripped his shaft. Smaller than her own, but it was the only real dick she had in her months as his secretary. "You'll need to be careful now. Let her ride on top. After all, we want to ensure my niece and nephew have a healthy birth...they are going to be Luthors after all.

"Y-yes, sir!" Lois moaned as her cock ground into the cunt in front of her, Lex Luthor's dick pushing against her own prostate. Then something shifted inside of the secretary's mind. Some new programming. Her thighs quivered as she addressed him for the first time.

"Yes...master."

Lex Luthor grinned.

Oh Lois...all the things I shall do to you, and all because of that night out.