Epilogue: The Spawn of Yog-Sothoth

"Aaaagh!" Lois Lane's scream echoed throughout the Fortress of Solitude.

The reporter was spread-eagle on the crystal slab. Shackles across wrists, ankles, chest, and forehead held her down...for her own safety.

"Master Kal-El," one of the small golden robots said. "The alien entity is increasing in volume and mass."

"I can't see any connections to her circulatory system," Superman said, his x-ray vision scanning every millimeter of the bound reporter. Not that he needed super senses to see what was wrong with Lois Lane. In the last few hours, the object that Blaze had inserted in the reporter's rectum had more than doubled in size. The hard mass had pushed Lois Lane's organs out of the way, and caused her abdomen to distend as though she were a few months pregnant...and beyond that, the constant pain of the mass had afflicted Lois greatly. She moaned in pain. Still, Superman had found no way to safely remove the object.

"Negative. Multidimensional analysis suggests the incubating entity is drawing mass from outside this space/time continuum."

Superman frowned. If it kept increasing in size and mass, he would have to resort to surgery...but there was another option. One he had hoped to avoid, but there seemed to be little other choice.

"Prepare a multidimensional containment cell," the Man of Steel said. "And prepare ten liters of Kryptonian lubricant."

The robot hurried off to do as it was bid. Superman placed a hand on Lois Lane's fevered brow.

"I'm sorry Lois," he said as he stared at the pain-filled eyes. "I don't know how much more sedatives your body can safely take. But we will get through this. I promise. Just a little while longer."

"S-s-superman..." her jaw shook as her entire body shivered. "God, it hurt-rt-rts..."

"I know," he said as he pulled off his shirt. Lois stared at his broad, muscled chest. Not like a bodybuilder, but like a quarterback, the muscles defined but not over-defined. Dark hair covered the chest, absent only on the tiny pink nipples, and she could see his abdominal muscles clearly. With the distended abdomen, Lois couldn't see if the hair ran all the way down to disappear into his belt, but she imagined it did...that it ran down to his pubic hair, a dark forest between his legs, and his cock...

"Aaaaagh!" Lois screamed as the thing inside her ass swelled a little more. It felt like a 12-pound bowling ball trapped in her colon, like the worst gas and bloating she'd ever had, except magnified exponentially. In her heart of hearts, Lois wondered if this was how she was going to die...if the Spawn of Yog-Sothoth was just going to keep growing until it tore its way out of her, like a hard cock ripping through an old condom.

Golden robots returned, bearing a large cylindrical container the size of a fifty-gallon drum, clear except for sturdy metallic rims at either end. A third robot carried a bucket.

"Sanitize my right arm," Superman said. The robot floated over and began to spray the Man of Steel's right arm with a misty fluid and play ultraviolet light over it. When complete, Superman slid his arm down into the bucket of lube...all the way past the elbow.

Lois Lane could not see his eyes. All she knew is that Superman was finally staring between her spread, unbared legs. That he could see everything. Her vagina...her anus. Even though she knew that with his x-ray vision he could have seen her nude at any time, she felt especially naked at that moment.

"S-supe..." she managed.

"Hold on Lois." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to manually remove the entity. This is...going to hurt."

A finger, wet, slick, and harder than diamond pressed against her anus. Lois Lane's entire body froze, her whole being seeming to shrink to focus on that one touch. It was the first time he had ever touched her down there, and now it was...it was...she hadn't even cleaned herself out!

Instinctively, Lois wanted to clench her cheeks...but Superman pressed forward. The lubricant must have been some Kryptonian secret; it numbed her sore, aching muscles. Or maybe she was just loose from her earlier violation. Whatever the case, Lois Lane gasped as the hand slid in with impossible ease, her asshole swallowing his entire hand with no more difficulty than if she had slid a finger into her own cunny.

Grimly, Superman pushed deeper. This was a new experience for him as well. Lois Lane's pink pucker had been grossly abused before ever he set his hand to it, yet he was still in awe as his wrist slid in without any obvious effort. He was trying to go slow, to spare Lois any more pain than necessary, and used his x-ray vision to see inside of her...it was like a living anatomy textbook in many ways.

How many years have I wanted to see her like this? He thought, and felt himself respond, cock hardening inside of his pants. Superman refused to take advantage of Lois's current predicament. He was here to help her, not to make love to her. Someday, maybe...when she had recovered...

Superman's hand pressed deeper. His forearm began to bulge, and now there was a tiny bit of resistance, as the oversized rectum began to spread over his brachioradialis. He had drawn his fingers into as narrow a point as he could, and briefly regretted that he hadn't called in Supergirl...she was nearly as strong, and her arm was thinner, it would have been easier on Lois.

"J-jeez S-supes," Lois said, a little **** humor in her voice. "B-buy a girl d-dinner first!"

"I'll gladly buy you dinner later, Lois," he said, and found a smile on his face. This was what he loved about her. Smart, funny, strong...

"Aaagh!" Lois said...but the tenor was different now. Superman noticed that glands in her vaginal canal were expressing fluid, her muscles in her birth canal tightening...increased blood flow to the genitals...

He blinked. "Are you..."

"S-sorry," Lois huffed. "Do-don't know what's come over me, I've never...oh God, I've never felt anything like this..."

Superman considered.

"If it helps you cope with the discomfort...maybe I could stimulate you a little more?" he suggested.

"I...I..." Lois took a breath. "I'd like that, yes."

Superman brought up his left arm and placed it so that it lay fully across her labia, the pad of his middle finger just resting against her clitoris. He began to vibrate.

"O-o-o-h-h-h-h f-f-f-f-u-u-u-u-c-c-c-ck..." Lois said, her voice a quivering vibrato as he slowly stepped up the speed. At the same time, his right arm moved deeper inside of her...and his outstretched fingers just touched the hard, slimy surface of the alien entity in her ass.

Ambidextrous and capable of multitasking, the Man of Steel focused carefully on the procedure. His left hand began to vary the speed and intensity of the vibration, Lois Lane's pussy gushing in response, her body temperature rising, while his right arm pushed in further...his elbow new just outside the grossly distended anus, which was taut as a rubber band around his arm...and he could press his whole hand on the Spawn inside of her. His fingers closed, causing the semi-translucent shell to compress a little...and he began to draw it out.

Lois Lane began to scream. Not in pain, Superman sensed immediately, but her whole body tensed and pussy spurting over his hand. Pleased at how well his distraction was working he continued to draw out the growing spawn...

The reporter's lungs emptied themselves. It was so different from before, when the thing had violated her in going inside. Now, it felt like she was being pulled inside out...and here was Superman, his vibrating palm putting the strongest Hitachi to shame, and Lois could feel the terrible mass being dragged out of her, and she wondered if this was what a birth orgasm felt like.

Long minutes passed, in which Lois finally managed to take a few ragged breaths, though Superman did not let up. It was so close now. The reporter's anus was an angry red, splotched her and there with blood where the integument had torn slightly, and as his knuckles came into view he could see the raw flesh being dragged out along with it, Lois Lane's asshole literally being turned inside out as he pulled the growing, recalcitrant entity from her body...and Superman had never seen any human being's hole stretched so far before...

"Ready the containment unit!" He said as the tentacles within the sack began to squirm, agitated at being dragged from its warm home. He saw the tear begin to form in its clear case...and with a rush of super-strength and speed, dragged the whole mass from her anus in one thrust and plunged it into the clear cylinder. The moment his hand retreated, the caps sealed and powered forcefields engaged. The Spawn of Yog-Sothoth opened one yellow, three-lobed burning eye and glared at him, its brownish-black tentacles striking the sides of its prison but unable to crack them.

Lois Lane's asshole hung out between her cheeks, prolapsed as a pink, bloody tube. Superman's hearing told him that she had passed out from the spike of pain.

"Prepare the surgery," he said. "And repair her anus as best you can."

"Yes master," a golden robot acknowledged.

Superman's right arm was still covered with lube, and the black slime of the alien thing's passage. He walked over to where Lois was sleeping, bent over and pressed his lips against the side of her mouth.

"When you awake," he promised, his cock rigid inside his pants. "I'll buy you that dinner. I should have bought it for you a long time ago."