Epilogue: The Lesbian Adventures of Lizzie Long

The studio was a converted loft. Bare wood beams, easy-to-wipe couches, mattresses with plastic covers. Brit's friend was, surprisingly, a woman. Murphy was one of those short women with a chip on their shoulder. Red hair, fake tits, freckles, bags under her eyes, glasses that were more than just for show. She laid things out plainly.

"We do gonzo. No plot, straight sex. You're paid a flat fee. Regular porn studios, they want you to do STD testing, paperwork. But this is all work-for-hire and it's going straight to PornHub, and I don't care if you bitches give each other herpes. And I want fucking raunchy okay? I want to see holes smashed. I want to see something hot and nasty. Cram six dildos in her cunt, I don't care."

L.L. digested this. "If it goes straight to PornHub, how do you make money?"

Murphy grinned. She pointed to a blue barrel next to the couch. The words LEXLUBE were stenciled on the side.

"I got a sponsor. 55-gallon drum of water-based, pro-biotic smart lubricant. They're funding this as part of some viral advertising campaign. But for it to work, they need some super nasty sluts. Are you game?"

L.L. considered. "What's the biggest dildo you have?"

Murphy pointed to a shelf with a row of sex toys, lined up from small butt plugs to massive horse cocks. On the floor, "Lizzie" saw a tentacle at least three feet long with a base twelve inches in diameter.

"That's the Li'l Cthulhu," Murphy said.

"Well, it's a start." L.L. gave a sultry leer. "Brit, find some superglue and put two of those horsecocks together. I want to do a double-dildo with you. Murphy? Set up the camera. And get my money ready."

Brit and Murphy set about their tasks. Lois took off her pants and hauled the L'il Cthulhu...which had to weigh at least forty pounds...in front of the camera. The reporter stared at the long monster. It was almost conical, a long wavering tentacle that ended with a phallus-shaped tip as big as her forearm. There were eyes and suckers moulded along its length, little ridges that could rip an asshole apart.

A normal asshole, Lois thought to herself. But if "Lizzie Long" wants to take it...if she truly desires it...

A now-familiar pins-and-needles sensation began to go through the future pornstar, tingling from her asshole up to her stomach. Things rearranged themselves, adjusted inside her flat, tattooed stomach. The reporter peeled off her pants, setting her pussy-piercings to jingle and jangle. Now she was truly bottomless.

Minutes later, L.L. was squatting on the couch over the tip of the thing. Her hands were spreading her fat ass, the giant pink ring of her anus staring at the camera like the eye of Sauron. It was the first thing that any of her fans would see.

"Brit," Lois said. "Dip your arm in the lube and fist my ass."

The muscular blonde smiled. Lois knew the camera would pan over to her—focus on the big LEXLUBE logo—then watch the tattooed woman slip her whole arm into the barrel, right up to the shoulder. When she drew it back out, it was covered with a thick, clear mucous, like she had become some kind of swamp monster.

L.L. felt the cool lube against her asshole. Brit had steepled her hand, so only the tips of her longest fingers touched the reporter's ass.

"Lizzie...are you ready?" She said, as much for the camera as for anyone else.

"I want to feel it in my throat," L.L. growled.

The hand plunged forward. Brit had thick, muscular forearms for a woman. L.L. relaxed her ass, surprised at how easily her anus stretched as she began to apply her strength, the fingers spreading her sphincter open easily. Then again, the newborn pornstar reflected on how she had gotten to this point. That business with Lois and the statue. It wasn't much bigger than an arm...

Maybe I should suck off her arm after she's done fisting my ass. L.L. grinned to herself. It wasn't the kind of thought that would have occurred to Lois Lane. Which was the whole point, after all.

"Oh my god," Brit said soberly, as Lizzie's ass swallowed more and more of her arm. She was up to her elbow now, the pink rim of the reporter's orifice stretched tautly around the muscle. There was no sense of stoppage at the colon, the reporter felt the hand squirm around in her intestine and gave a little of her anal muscles, trying to pull the arm in deeper.

"Punch-fuck my ass," L.L. said, loud enough for the camera to hear it. She could hear Murphy moving around, camera in hand, capturing the distension as Brit's arm pressed against her belly from the inside, making it bulge.

Brit pulled back, the anal sphincter distending as it sucked at her lube-covered arm. The part of her that was still Lois wished she could see how obscenely it stretched, but she was gripping the back of the couch. She could feel every moment...the massive invasion, the stretching even with the lubricant, was beyond anything she had ever felt. Her ass felt violated, about to rip free from her body and spool out as a two-foot long length of pink socking. Except her ass held, her guts remained in place as the arm withdrew.

When Brit had pulled back to her wrist, she reached out and grabbed more lube, slathering her arm...and then she punched forward. Elbow deep, just like that. L.L. gripped the couch and gritted her teeth as Brit began to pull out again, a little faster this time, a little surer. Lizzie bit her lip, moaning through her teeth as the punch-fucking picked up in speed and intensity...and when she opened her eyes she found herself staring into the glass eye of the camera, with Murphy behind it, the woman's face flushed and her nipples stiff beneath the shirt.

"Well Lizzie," Murphy said for the crowd. "Think you're ready for the L'il Cthulhu?"

"Lizzie Long" stared into the camera and gave a sultry smile. "Let's hope my eyes aren't bigger than my asshole."

Brit pulled her fist out with a wet schlorp. Murphy captured the gaping pink sphincter, as Lizzie reached back and dug her fingers in, holding her asshole open.

"Brit, pour in some more LEXLUBE," L.L. ordered.

Sweat gleamed Brit's face and shoulders, and she was shaking with fear and lust as she took a ladle and began filling the open, gaping hole with lube. Murphy kept the camera on it, and Lizzie felt the cold, clear lube slide down, down into her guts, until it overran her distended ass.

L.L., still bent over so as not to spill more of the lube than necessary positioned the rim of her asshole against the tip of the massive silicone tentacle.

"Oh fuck, we're going to the emergency room," the blonde muttered as she bent the tip of the inhuman phallus into the transformed reporter's gaping ass.

"Not tonight," L.L. promised.

She eased back, lube streaming down the inhuman cock. The first twelve inches disappeared easily...no bigger than Brit's forearm. But after that, the L'il Cthulhu began to widen. So did L.L.'s ass. Gravity alone would only take her so far, as the tip slipped up into her intestines, hitting a curve. Pain hit Lois then...not the pain of a ruptured gut, but the sort of gas-bubble pain as the dildo pushed air and lubricant further into her intestines.

On-camera, there was maybe a foot of L'il Cthulhu left...but Lizzie was at her limit. The pink rim of her asshole was stretched out at least seven or eight inches in diameter, ready to split, the tip of the dildo distending her stomach obscenely.

Lizzie wasn't done. In fact, she was just getting started.

"Brit, get the double-horsecock dildo." She stared straight into the camera. "I need something in my pussy. So do you."

By the end of the night, they had used up a quarter of the barrel of lube. Murphy came while filming, a damp wet spot growing from her crotch. She didn't stop, not until the batteries on the camera were blinking. Brit prolapsed, just a little. Lois left her on the bed with an ice pack as she walked stiffly home, a thousand dollars in cash in her wallet. Murphy had made her promise to come again, promised features, contacts...

The sun rose over Metropolis. Lizzie Long thought about the Daily Planet, the article she still hadn't finished. Missed her bed. For a moment, her whole body tingled...and if anyone was watching just then, they would have seen tits and ass shrink, piercings and tattoos fade, and a walking sex dream become a rather attractive but comparatively plain woman, with the same satisfied smile.

Lois Lane went home. Knowing that whenever she desired it—and she would desire it—Lizzie Long was waiting.