Epilogue: Superman vs. The Slime Monster

Lois Lane had been missing for a month. Batman was on the hunt. The Justice League had been alerted. Superman had not slept. Even he had his limits, and his steps dragged as he approached Lois's apartment. There were bags under his eyes. He hadn't shaved, hadn't showered in a day or two. His clothes were actually frumpy, not the careful unkemptness of his normal appearance.

The key turned and Clark Kent entered. Lois's sister and the building manager had given him permission. To keep things clean for her return, pay the bills.

Some nights he just waited there for her. Hoping she would come home.

He could still smell her, the scent fading a little more each day. Last week, Clark had washed her dishes and dirty laundry. Put the clean dishes away and folded the clean clothes, but didn't dare to put them away. Not wanting to snoop. Last night, he had given in and put them in. Stared for long minutes at her underwear drawer. Not sure what he would find...but it was just underwear. Folded panties.

Not for the first time, he sighed. The first week she was gone, he had crossed Metropolis with his X-ray vision. There were things he couldn't unsee. The week after that, he'd gone as far abroad as Gotham. Nothing. He rubbed his tired eyes.

Clark Kent went to the bathroom. Even a Superman had to relieve himself sometime.

He unzipped his pants with his eyes closed. His body could burn off the fatigue poisons easily, but at night especially, when his powers were at slightly lower ebb, the lack of sleep and dreaming played tricks on him. Clark swore he could almost hear something moving inside the pipes. A rat, maybe? He had heard rats that slithered up from the sewer...but in an apartment building this size?

The supercock was out, pointed at the bowl, when something oozed up out of the bottom of the toilet. Superman frowned, his tired eyes zooming in to microscopic levels. It looked like skin...and it was rapidly filling the bowl. His frown deepened as he pushed his supervision down past the microscopic level.

"Cells...undifferentiated. Like stemcells." He muttered out loud. Under his eyes, the cells were organizing themselves. There were neurons there, diffuse but networked together, and little flashes of neural electricity flashed, causing muscles to form or revert to prototypical forms once again. At a macrolevel, eyespots were forming on the things surface, and then more complex structures. Mouths...lips...tongues... It was pulling itself up out of the bowl, but it didn't seem like a threat, and there was something oddly...familiar about it.

Narrowing his eyes to a squint, Superman pushed his vision still further. Below the cellular level. Zero in on a nuclear. The twined chains of DNA. Human DNA, he noticed immediately. There was something familiar about it as well. His lips worked as he read out the genetic code to himself.

"AGGCTAAGA..."

Lack of sleep had shaved milliseconds off the Man of Steel's reflexes. Or perhaps it was the shock as he recognized the DNA...the same DNA that was left all over Lois's apartment, in shed hair and skin cells. Whatever the case, Superman was totally unprepared as the semi-solid pink blob in the toilet raised itself up, an imperfect human mouth opening in a triangle of flesh to clamp onto his limp cock.

The contact was almost electric. Superman stepped back, but the Lois-thing attached to him grew pseudopods and pushed itself forward, unwilling to let go.

He stared in horror and fascination as all hundred pounds of the semi-liquid being pulled itself from of the toilet. A flurry of tongues were licking at his shaft, sliding around his glans, tickling his urethra. Instinctively, blood began to flow to the member at this ardent attention, the need to piss sidelined as a second, much more primal urge came over the Kryptonian's anatomy.

Gently, not wanting to hurt it, Superman reached down and stroked the surface of the thing that was clamped onto his swelling cock. The skin shifted to his touch. Dark black hairs began to sprout, and there was a hardness there...bone forming beneath the surface, neurons gathering. Eyespots shifted to look at him. Violet. Just like Lois's eyes.

It was trying to grow a face.

"Lois," he said as the thing gathered itself. "Is that you?"

The insides of it were shifting too. Clark Kent had never experienced a deep throat before, but this felt different than he had imagined it. There were tiny tongues licking the full length of his cock, muscles twisting and milking, heat and suction building up. He wondered if this was what sex felt like.

The warm, soft body snuggled against him. Pink tentacles slid under his clothes, grasping his legs. He tugged gently, but the limbs simply tightened. A slender tentacle wrapped itself around his testicles. Not willing to let him go. Superman stared down at his new predicament and sighed.

"Batman is never going to let me live this one down," Clark said to himself as he pulled out his phone to call off the search for Lois Lane.