Epilogue: Superslut to Supersurrogate

Ladies' Night at the Justice League satellite. Lois Lane shaved her pussy carefully. Wonder Woman had left a thin pink dress, woven from a sea-silk so diaphanous as to be almost transparent, with threads of gold woven into the sheer fabric, and pink pearls from Atlantis. It left one shoulder bare, but emphasized the reporter's bigger bust, the thick golden rings that hung from her engorged nipples, the swell of her augmented buttocks.

She took time with her blonde hair, that she had allowed to grow out. Spritzed herself carefully with the scent that Hawkgirl had provided, some ancient Egyptian recipe redolent of exotic spices, subtle but almost intoxicating. Painted her face with all the attention of a courtesan of old. Slipped her feet into the high clear heels, and gave herself a little turn, and smiled at the result.

Men would kill to sleep with her. Yet her pussy was strictly for the ladies.

They sat Lois at the head of the table. There was wine, salad, soup. The ladies laughed, joked. Finally, Diana tapped her glass...and the table fell silent.

"Over the last few months, I know all of us have very much appreciated the contributions that Lois Lane has made to our ongoing mental health and sexual wellbeing," the Amazon began.

There was a nodding of heads, and Lois found herself blushing. There was no-one at this table who had not had her, who she had not tasted, talked to, become friends as well as lovers. At times, the reporter had feared that she would be no more than a whore to these heroines...but she had become more than that. They talked to her about their problems, as well as their cases. Unloaded about their lives as they squeezed her big tits, or slid their lube-slick fingers in and out of her ass. Lois knew more about them than their therapists did...and she loved them all. These brave women, who put their lives on the line for others.

Fucking them was the least she could do.

"You've done so much for us, Lois," Wonder Woman said. "That I hate to ask you to do more. You have been the perfect Superslut. Yet I have to ask if you will do something above and beyond..."

There was a pause, and Lois looked up at Diana with her hands in her lap, not sure what more she could possibly do.

"...as you know, we are all busy fighting crime," Diana said seriously. "As much as many of us may wish to bear children, that would mean taking nearly a full year off of crimefighting. However, you are now superhumanly durable...and your career as a reporter is less dangerous than ours. So we have to ask you, Lois: will you be the surrogate mother for the Justice League? Carrying our children so that we can fight crime without interruption?"

Lois Lane's violet eyes went wide. The blonde bimbo shivered, her pussy suddenly terribly wet. She had not expected that...but she could deny the women of the Justice League nothing.

"Of course!" The reporter smiled broadly. "I'd be honored!"

There was laughter after that, and the main course arrived...the ladies were all abuzz, talking about whose babies Lois would have first. Hawkgirl, seated to the reporter's left, reached out and slipped a finger through one of the reporter's nipple rings.

"You think these are going to get bigger once her milk comes in?" Shayera said.

"Probably," Wonder Woman, seated on the reporter's right, touched the clasp at the back of the reporter's neck, and the diaphanous gown slipped off, revealing the reporter's massive breasts. "I think pregnancy will become her. She's been getting regular hormone shots with her treatment, to make her ready to bear."

Lois Lane gasped aloud as the women tugged at her rings, the sensitive nipples stretched between them...and then Supergirl was hovering behind the reporter, and lowered her head so that their lips touched...tongues sliding out...and Lois let herself be drawn back, away from the table. There was a scrape of chairs as the heroines closed in, eager to touch the body of the woman who was to bear their children.

Batgirl's tongue touched Lois Lane's ass first...and Stargirl lapped at the reporter's pussy, their chins nearly colliding as they licked the reporter fore and aft. Lips sucked on the reporter's fingers and toes, hands caressed her stomach and shoulders...and Lois lost herself in the sensations. Her body came so easily these days...and once climax could so easily shade into another, and another...

"Of course," Diana whispered in her ear. "You'll need to stay here for the duration of the pregnancy. You don't really need your apartment on Earth. You're much safer up here..."

"...where we can find you whenever we need you," Hawkgirl growled, before licking the reporter's ear.

"Yes, yes!" Lois moaned...and whether she was agreeing to Wonder Woman's condition, or cumming, the blonde bimbo neither knew nor could say.

Then she felt something hard and round press through her pussy lips...and there was a sharp stab of pain.

"Superman provided the first sperm sample," Wonder Woman whispered. "To inseminate my eggs. Your first surrogacy will be carrying my daughters."

Lois Lane moaned, her back arching...and wondered how many embryos they would implant in her, how many would take. She knew there were risks with surrogacy...but with the powers they had given her, Lois had hopes that she could be what they needed her to be.

A cunt for their pleasure.

A womb for their use.