Epilogue: Public Butt Plug

Lois Lane's heart fluttered as she left her apartment. To anyone that saw her, she would look no different than she did any other day. A slim grey skirt that ended just above the knee; matching business jacket, black blouse with a simple gold necklace. Two inch grey pumps. Lois's heels were silent on the carpet of the hallway, but made an audible click as she stepped into the hard floor of the elevator.

Nobody could see her plug.

It was a little thing. Lois had cleaned herself out this morning, lubed it up and then braced herself as she slid the slim black silicone with the tapering snout and flared base into her bottom. There had been a moment of pain putting it in...Lois still wasn't used to things up her bum...but then her sphincter had squeezed down on the narrow neck, and it just...was.

Inside of her.

Lois had washed her hands, pulled her panties on over it, and then finished getting dressed and gone out the door, as she normally did.

It didn't hurt, as Lois thought it would. There was the constant presence of it, the weight and mass, the way it wouldn't let her butthole fully close, but it was a relatively small and narrow plug, and it was firmly planted so that it wouldn't just slip out. Lois Lane's heels clicked on the streets of Metropolis, and no-one gave her a second look, never even suspected what she might have up her ass at this very moment...and that was an eerie thought for the reporter.

She had never thought about what other people might have lodged in their rectums before, but now as she moved through the busy streets of the city, she couldn't help studying faces, body language. Wondering who might be carrying a secret. Smuggling ****, maybe. Or just constipated. It almost became like a game. The longer Lois wore her little butt plug, the more comfortable she felt with it. After a couple of blocks without incident, she paused to get an espresso, and carried it with her, sipping the coffee...

Only to feel it hit her gut like hot acid. The reporter realized her mistake almost immediately. Even though she had just given herself an enema, the constant stimulation of the plug plus the caffeine was moving her bowels into overdrive...as the coffee alone sometimes did, early mornings. More than once, Lois had to make a mad dash for the bathroom as soon as she got in the door of the Daily Planet.

Her heart beat faster as she walked, stomach gurgling, the need of nature slowly pressing on her. Sweat dripped down her lower back, under her skirt, down the crack of her ass. She had never had anything up her butt this long before, and now her asshole was starting to get irritated, a little, as the salt sweat ran down and rubbed against the plug.

"Hold the elevator!" she said as she pushed herself a little faster. Clark Kent reached out a hand to grab the door before it could fully close, and they shuddered back open. Lois smiled at Clark as she dove in.

"Thanks, Smallville."

"Any time," he said, and hit the button for their floor.

It was an old elevator, and a long ride. Lois had timed it once as five minutes...longer if you went from the ground floor to the roof. Trapped in the box with Clark Kent, Lois sipped her coffee, her guts half-growling as the pressure and gas built up. Normally she would rather die than fart in front of Clark Kent, but now she was afraid to let out so much as a hint of gas, for fear of what might come with it. Her asscheeks clenched, striving to draw the butt plug deeper inside...and oddly enough, Clark began to grow red in the face. A part of her wondered if he too, had a secret...

No, she decided. Not Smallville! He'd never dare come to the Daily Planet wearing anything weird under that frumpy suit!

The ride ended, and Lois smiled at Clark again as she made a bee-line for the restroom. Her mind was already ahead to what she would do...wash the plug of course, lube it up, and put it back in.

With a little luck, she'd last longer this time.