Epilogue: Monday Morning, Back At The Daily Planet

None of Lois Lane's pants or panties fit her new tool. So she strode through the office commando in a knee-length skirt. Shoulders thrown back, confidant, legs swinging wide, a smile on her lips as though she had a secret no one else knew.

Which was almost true.

Lois had just sat down in her cubicle when Cat Grant poked her head in.

"So Lane," the blonde gossip columnist said. "have a good night out?"

Cat smiled, but the smile stopped at her eyes. Hard blue eyes, like chips of arctic ice.

"I did," Lois said, wondering where Cat was going with this.

"Superman had a good night out too," Cat said, and held out her cellphone.

The reporter didn't bat an eye at the photo, of Superman and Wonder Woman, naked, wrapped together in nothing but his red cape to preserve their modesty. Between her legs, the reporter's monster stirred.

"So, that ship finally set sail," Lois Lane said coolly. "I wonder what the Vegas odds were at?"

Cat raised an eyebrow. The corners of her mouth turned down a little.

"You're taking this well. I thought you carried a torch for the big blue boyscout?"

Lois Lane stood up—and despite the fact that she and Cat Grant had always been the same height, for a moment the Daily Planet's greatest reporter seemed to loom over the blonde. The reporter stepped close, until her breasts pressed against Cat's implants, and their eyes were only inches apart. Unconsciously, Cat Grant shrank back a little.

"Oh, I don't know, Cat," Lois Lane said calmly. "These days, I think I enjoy the company of women better. Do you?"

It was a shot across the bow—and Cat Grant's cold blue eyes grew watery and weak. With a mumbled apology, she slipped away from the reporter...and Lois felt a flush of triumph across her cheeks. She stared down at the almost-imperceptible bulge in her skirt and grinned. It was definitely shaping up to be an interesting day.

In truth, the news about Superman didn't hit Lois nearly as hard as the reporter thought it should. She frowned as she sat back at her computer and sipped her coffee. Wondered why that was.

Is it just that I have a cock and balls now? She wondered. Do I just not want to fuck him anymore?

The reporter tried to imagine Superman and herself naked. Normally it was easy to picture herself in his arms, her head nestled between his pecs. Not now, though. The reporter felt her cock stir as she imagined her hard shaft poke him in the abs...and in her mind's eye, Lois Lane's prick was so much longer and thicker than his. Somehow, she liked that image, and it clung to her even as she got about writing her article.

Until Clark Kent came in. Lois Lane frowned as she saw the lipstick on his collar, clothes in slightly more disarray than usual, as if it was yesterday's suit, and there was a long black strand of hair that clung to the fabric which certainly wasn't his.

"Hey Smallville," Lois said with an unfeigned smile. "How did your weekend go?"

"Oh, hello Lois," he said with a slightly dopey grin. "It, uh, went well. Very well. Thank you."

Lois raised an eyebrow and pulled the hair off of his suit.

"What's her name, Clark?" She asked, innocently.

Clark Kent blushed. He blinked, his sky-blue eyes like an eager puppy.

"Diana," he mumbled. "We, uh...we've know each other for a while, but we never...saw one another socially until last night."

"Hmm-hmm," Lois Lane said. A part of her felt glad for Clark, glad that he had someone in his life now. Another part of her felt...uneasy. It wasn't a pang of regret, exactly, or jealousy, just...the sensation that she should feel more about this news than she did. Absent-mindedly, she straightened Clark's tie.

"Well, you'd better start dressing better if you hope to keep her, Smallville!" Lois joked.

Perry White, the editor, had called a meeting at 10. Lois left her desk to head to the restroom before it, to pee and wash her coffee mug. Getting used to peeing with her new prick had been surprisingly easy. The reporter honestly didn't know how men made such a mess of it...but out of habit, she avoided the main restrooms and, coffee cup still in hand, walked to the smaller, less-used unisex bathroom at the end of the hall.

Which is how she caught Jimmy Olsen with his pants down.

The ginger was in the process of changing from slacks to a plaid skirt. The rouge and mascara on his face was a bit much, and the lipstick didn't match at all. Yet what drew the reporter's attention were the pink-striped panties he wore. They had a little bulge in front for his little balls, and a tube with a white lace frill that his little cock went through.

"You look cute, Jimmy," Lois said, in as neutral a tone of voice as possible. "Where do you buy your panties?"

He blinked. A slow flush began on each cheek. It spread until it met across the bridge of his nose, and then spread up towards his ears. Perhaps worse, the little prick stirred in is sheath, which grew tight around it.

"A, uh, sp-specialty underwear manufacturer. Th-they, uh, do a lot of custom orders over the internet. For people in Japan. Or who, you know, like...things..."

Lois Lane stepped close. She once again had that sensation of looming over Jimmy, even though the difference in their height wasn't that much. He seemed to instinctively shrink and cringe.

"Nice stitching. Send me an email with the link to their site."

"Y-y-es-s-s Miss Lane!" Jimmy said...and then, before he could notice her own bulge, Lois stepped into the nearest stall and locked it behind her.

The beast in Lois Lane's pants had stirred into life. The reporter cursed. She had never tried to piss through an erection before, and she couldn't go to it with a hard-on. Everyone would see it. She couldn't help it that Jimmy had looked so...cute. Not with his pathetic little cock so much as the way he had been so utterly subservient at that moment. The reporter chewed her lip. The meeting was in a few minutes...if she hurried.

With her skirt hitched to her waist, Lois grabbed her shaft. Thumb and forefinger couldn't quite close around the thickest part of her turgid prick, but they got close enough. Lois closed her eyes as she ran her fingers back and forth over the sensitive glans. Her mind immediately went to the soft, pliable pussy that waited for her back at her apartment. She had left Blaze naked, the plush, pink succubus horny as a bitch in heat, she had actually whined as Lois had left her this morning. Lois could still remember that look on her face, the tone of her voice as she pressed her big, soft tits together and asked:

"Will you breed me tonight?"

"Urrgh," Lois half-grunted, half-growled in her throat as her hips bucked in mid-air. Her hand was no substitute for Blaze's pussy...but with a few swift tugs, the reporter felt her balls clench, and that now-familiar, delicious feeling of a hot load of spunk travel up the length of her cock...and only at the last second did Lois think about the mess she was about to make and positioned her mostly-empty coffee cup over the end of prick. Her cock throbbed in her hand...and then exploded. Sticky blobs of jizz spat into the cup and splashed into the half-inch of cold coffee at the bottom of it, to sink into the dark liquid.

Lois huffed, sated, as her cock began to shrink. She wiped the tip of her dick off on the lid of the cup...and then she checked her watch.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" she muttered.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter slid into the meeting a few minutes late, her mug filled with hot, steaming coffee, and she smiled an apology to Perry White, who only grunted, and then turned back to the screen as Lois sat down next to Clark Kent. Her coffee cup, with the fresh coffee poured over the fresh cum, sat down next to his half-empty cup.

"Now, we need to get ahead on the summer—I want full coordination between the print and digital editions. Kent, you're going to be handling the interviews with the Amazonian ambassador..." He began.

"Chief!" Lois interrupted. "Nothing on Clark, but shouldn't a woman talk to the Amazons?"

The white-haired man paused. He looked at Lois Lane and Clark Kent. "You have a point. Kent?"

"It was my contact at the embassy that got them to agree to meet with us," he said. "But I'm sure if I ask the ambassador, she'd be happy to let you do the interview, Lois."

"Right. Clark, that means you get to cover the Atlantean bikini spread. Olsen, you'll go with him. Get us some good pictures..."

Lois sank back into her chair...and then she noticed something odd. Clark, focused on Perry White's words, reached out for his coffee cup. The dickgirl reporter didn't move, but some part of her stretched forth, and her own coffee cup silently glided across the table top to meet his hand. Clark didn't even notice as he brought it to his lips. The reporter held her breath as he gulped down a healthy swig of the hot coffee tainted with her own seed...and then Clark frowned and looked down at his cup, realized his mistake.

"Sorry," he whispered, and licked some "cream" from his upper lip.

"Go ahead and finish it," Lois whispered back...and there was that sense of stretching again. As if an invisible arm stretched out to poke Clark Kent in the brain. The blue eyes went dull for a moment, and then he smiled, nodded his thanks, and went back to drinking her cum-laced coffee.

Lois Lane could scarcely keep her mind on the rest of the meeting. She was too focused on watching Clark slowly sip her semen. A part of her realized that this must be part of Blaze's power, that Lois had absorbed along with her demonic essence. The reporter squeezed her thighs together to hide her cock, which despite just being drained, was growing hard again. She wondered what Clark's new girlfriend would think if she knew he was happily drinking Lois Lane's cum...and the idea sent a bloom of heat through the reporter's body.

When the meeting ended, Clark handed her empty cup back to her...and Lois made her way back to her chair very carefully, cock tucked between her thighs.

It was a difficult afternoon. Lois Lane tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept going back to the events of the meeting. Even when Jimmy's email came with the panty-maker, whom Lois Lane intended to order from. Trapped between her legs and the chair, the reporter's cock throbbed. She kept re-playing, over and over, the way Clark had licked that little bit of cream off of his lips.

By the time Lois Lane rode the bus home, her balls ached. She could feel the precum drip from the tip of her cock. It took all her willpower and endurance not to run down the hallway to her own door. Her key fumbled at the lock, it opened...and she saw Blaze in the bedroom, watching pornography on television, idly rubbing her pussy with one hand, while the other lifted up one heavy soft tit so she could suck on her own nipple.

There were questions Lois needed to ask the soft succubus. What effects her jizz would have on Clark Kent. The nature and limits of her new powers. But as her skirt tented, Lois Lane knew there was one overwhelming priority.

Blaze flashed a Mona Lisa smile as she spread her meaty bubble-gum colored thighs, and used her fingers to pull her labia open and exposing the gooey, dripping, bright insides.

"Breed?" She asked, as a pious woman might ask for a blessing.

Lois didn't even get her clothes off. Her cock sank into Blaze's hot cunt like a knife into bread fresh from the oven. The reporter buried her face between those great pillowy tits, and the reporter's hips seemed to rise and fall on their own, her balls smacked against the demon's thick buttocks, those warm arms wrapped around the reporter as Lois worked out all the sexual tension of her first day back at the Daily Planet...and when, at last, Lois groaned and shuddered and unloaded herself deep inside of Blaze, without any thought to the risk of pregnancy, she thought of how she had cum into her coffee cup. Clark slurping down her semen. His lips, as he licked off the cream.

Blaze held the reporter as she panted, all those strange emotions ran through her mind. Lois gulped for air, her dick not soft at all as Blaze's pussy squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed.

What have I done? Lois wondered, in a brief moment of post-nut clarity. Then something in her new, demonic nature, offered another question: And what am I going to do?

Lois grinned. Her hands sank into Blaze's ass. She wondered what Clark would look like, in a pair of Jimmy's panties. Her dick ached in hardness, even though she had just cum.

"Turn over," Lois ordered Blaze, and the complacent cunt squirmed around, onto her knees. The dickgirl slapped the thick ass, and grabbed the wide hips. Her brain on fire with images she had never imaged.

The reporter's hips slammed forward with all the strength she could muster, and Blaze gave a soft squeal of excitement as the tip of the cock hit deep inside of her. With every thrust, Lois Lane's determination grew more certain, and Blaze more supple and compliant...and both of them loved it.

In her own apartment, Cat Grant looked at herself in the mirror. Her hand traced the scar of the Caesarian from when she'd given birth to her son. The small scars where they'd put the implants in, her breasts unnaturally tight and high-sitting for a woman of her age, the dark nipples stiff. It couldn't have just been her imagination, that encounter in Lois Lane's cubicle. She had felt...something...press against her through the reporter's skirt.

Clark Kent stared down at himself as he scrubbed his body, to get ready for his date with Diana. With a curved mirror from his space ship, he gently singed his pubic hair away, as she liked it...and then paused. Was it his imagination, or was his cock a little smaller than usual? He frowned. Unlike most men, he had never bothered to measure the size of his penis. Ruefully, he wondered if this wasn't just a feeling of sexual inadequacy that came from relative inexperience. After all, he'd never been with a woman besides Diana...not even Lois Lane. A little shiver ran down his spine as he thought of her, and instinctively Clark licked his lips.

Standing in front of his own mirror, Jimmy Olsen raised his skirt. His face crimson as he replayed the conversation in his head. Miss Lane had called him cute! He shivered as his little prick grew hard.

"I wonder what she would say if she saw me wearing a cage," he whispered.

**** of the ripples she had caused in the Daily Planet, Lois Lane arched her back and sent another potent load into the squealing pink fucktoy that had once been a queen of Hell...and Lois Lane saw, with crystal clarity, that her new cock, and her new powers, opened up a world of possibilities. If only she choose to reach out and make them real.

Maybe starting tomorrow, there would be some changes at the Daily Planet.