Epilogue: Upgrades

"Ah, Miss Lane," Dr. Hammond said. "How are you today?"

"Just fine, doc. Bionic butt is working great!"

The reporter's smile was an honest one. In truth, her ass had never been better. Bathroom times were amazingly clean and efficient, she could crack walnuts with her synthetic glutes, and the sex... Supergirl seemed obsessed with the reporter's new butt. There were some days when Kara would just lay down and start licking her synthetic asshole, squeezing her butt, and just keep going for hours and hours...and Lois Lane had learned to love it. She had taken to fisting her ass in the shower, just releasing her lube and relaxing her passage and filling herself up...and it was so good to be filled.

"Excellent. You should enjoy it even better after the latest upgrades."

The reporter blinked. "Upgrades?"

The grey-bearded doctor nodded. "Yes. Some structural improvements that Supergirl requested. Didn't she talk with you about it?"

"I..." Lois thought back. Her eyes got wider.

Kara had been on top of her, as usual. Two fingers in the reporter's pussy and two in her ass, moving them slowly back and forth. The young blonde loved to coax orgasms out of her girlfriend this way, and Lois didn't mind it at all.

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Supergirl asked.

Lois sat up. There was a weird flutter in her stomach when she heard those words.

"I mean yeah, someday, I thought...why? Have you thought about having kids?"

When the fingers were all the way inside of Lois, Supergirl pursed her lips and blew. A small, perfectly-aimed puff of air hit the reporter's clit, making her whole body wobble.

"I do want kids. Want to make sure Kal and I aren't the last Kryptonians."

"That makes sense," Lois said, when she could talk again. She squeezed her cybernetically augmented ass muscles around the Kryptonian's fingers. "Have you thought...with him?"

Kara stuck out her tongue. "No! He's my cousin! We're from Krypton, not Alabama..."

Her fingers began to move inside of Lois, slow-fucking the reporter's holes.

"But I thought about the different options. Sperm donors and stuff. But all of them involve men, and I wish..." she bit her lip. "I wish I could impregnate you."

Lois smiled back. There was the way that the young woman had said it, in that heart-melting tone of true need and bare lust. Even though she was only a few years older than Kara, the reporter sometimes felt so much older than her.

"I wish you could impregnate me too, baby." She smiled wider, **** some joviality in her voice. "Maybe someday you'll get a new superpower and be able to knock up my ass!"

Supergirl chuckled, her eyes laughing along with the rest of her. The Kryptonian blew another kiss that made her girlfriend's quim quiver.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kara said, smiling wickedly. "You want me to impregnate your ass? I'll do it! Just see if I don't..."

"...I didn't think she was serious," Lois said, face down on the operating table. Dr. Hammond, in full surgical garb, had opened her bionic buttocks up like a flower, exposing the Kryptonian-alloy hip-bones, the synthetic muscles currently quiescent as he carefully re-routed aspects of her internal plumbing.

"Oh, quite serious. I must say, it was quite the challenge for S.T.A.R.R. Labs!" he chuckled good-naturedly. "Your normal ovulation will remain in place, what we're doing is installing a secondary sphincter near the end of the colon which bypasses your cervix and goes straight to the uterus. The software update will allow you to sense the presence of sperm and control the dilation of the new sphincter at will...basically allowing you the choice to inseminate yourself. The cleanliness filters are still in place, so there is next to no chance of fecal matter entering your womb, and the sphincter will normally be locked once an egg is implanted to avoid...hmm, complications."

There was a BZZT as the doctor soldered a connection in the reporter's butt.

"What kind of complications?" Lois asked.

"Hmm, multiple conception events. It is rare for women to release more than one egg at a time, or to release an egg once pregnant, but the human reproductive system does odd things at times. Better safe than sorry, eh?"

The reporter nodded at that. One of the nurses tapped on a nearby terminal, and Lois watched the diagnostics on her ass appear on screen. Downloading AssPatch 50%...

The things I do for love, Lois Lane thought. In truth, she just had one question...one that stayed with her late that night, after the procedure was complete, Dr. Hammond walking her through the testing of the new internal sphincter. All the seams were closed, the dermal regenerator applied, and Lois was sore, tired, and couldn't sit but was otherwise feeling fine. She examined the lines of purple bruises around her hips and down the crack of her ass in the mirror; the doctor had assured her it would vanish in a week or two, and that she was "fit for duty" immediately.

"But how does Kara plan to impregnate me?" Lois wondered aloud. The whole anal sex impregnation route was weird and kinky, and the reporter found herself strangely excited at the idea, but for it to work there had to be actual sperm involved at some point...

Never worry 'bout a thing, got the world on a string

Cause I've got the cure for all of my blues

Lois was lying face-down on the bed when she heard Kara singing. The blonde came in through the front door, in civilian dress...well no, not a dress the reporter realized. Rather baggy sweatpants actually. She smiled when she saw the nude reporter lying on the bed.

"How did the procedure go?"

"Good," Lois turned and smiled at her lover. "Hammond says I'm ready to be bred."

"Mine went well too," Kara said as she pulled off her shirt and shucked her sneakers. Lois smiled as she saw the washboard abs and small breasts with their perky pink nipples, already hard and ready for her. "I'm ready to breed."

"I've been meaning to ask you about that. I know we talked about this, and I agreed to go through the upgrades, but how are you going to oh my God."

The reporter's mouth dropped as Kara Zor-El shucked her pants. Beneath the trim blonde patch of pubic hair, where her pretty pink pussy should have been, now dangled an inhumanly long, pale, skinny prick, ending in a soft pink head with a gently curved glans.

It was nearly down to the young woman's knees. Lois stared at it, words failing her.

"I guess they should call me Superdickgirl now," Kara said as she lifted the dick with both hands. Lois dimly noted the pair of hairless balls tucked up between her legs. "You like it? Cousin Kal helped me...genetically engineered from my own cells. Perfectly functional. I even have to get my prostate checked!"

The cock began to harden. Kara moved around behind Lois, and the reporter twisted on the bed. She had no doubt where the stiffening super-schlong was aiming, and instinctively she began to lubricate her asshole.

"I guess...when you talked about impregnating my ass...I didn't think you were talking literally," Lois swallowed hard. "Or right away."

Lois Lane had seen women take bigger things up their assholes. Entire forearms. Ludicrously huge sex toys. Yet she nearly screamed when she felt the Superdickgirl grab her waist. The swollen cock felt too big...but then her ass had been designed for exactly this.

"You know, Kal was glad he could help us? I think he always wanted to be the one to fuck you," Kara said as she slowly **** the pinned reporter to take inch after inch of her Kryptonian meat. Lois gurgled, speech centers unable to process an intelligent response as critical brain functions all focused in on the invulnerable cock slowly spearing her cybernetically-augmented ass. "But he figures that as long as you're going to be part of the family, he should do what he can to make that happen. I actually had to badger him to make a cock this big, he didn't think you could take it..."

"Blurgh?" Lois managed as the warm balls rested against her pudenda, the head of the cock buried somewhere deep inside of her that would have been anatomically impossible without her cybernetic shithole. Instinctively, her ass began to wobble, synthetic muscles squeezing and milking the dick. The newly-installed sphincter felt primed and ready, the new sensors already depicting semen in the Kryptonian's precum.

"That's why I asked Hammond to adjust your settings. You won't be happy with anything smaller than this from now on. You're just going to feel empty all day without my dick. But don't worry, Lois," Kara said, planting a kiss against the reporter's neck. "I'll make an honest woman out of you. Can't have the babies born out of wedlock, can we?"

"Nnnngh," Lois managed, as Kara began to pump her big dick in and out of her ass what felt like all night long. Superdickgirl's technique was crude, untrained, but eager; Lois Lane's ass was well-lubed and accommodating. A part of her wished she could reach down and play with her pussy, but the weight of the Kryptonian and the soreness from the bruises in her ass really prevented her from trying another position right now.

She swore she could almost feel the cock pushing against her abs from within, distending her stomach as it pressed against the mattress...and Lois didn't care. Her eyes rolled in her head as the blonde dickgirl began to pump harder and faster, the strokes growing shorter and shorter, and Lois could tell what was going to happen before it did...but even so she shuddered as the cock flared slightly, and the warm, hot spunk flooded deep into her bowels. It felt like a Browning .50 machine gun had been jammed up her ass and left to fire; the reverberation of shot after shot drilled into her inside, shaking her entire body...but the Kryptonian materials absorbed the powerful ejaculation that would have ripped a lesser woman to pieces, leaving Lois Lane shaking and flopping about as the endless barrage triggered her climax.

Sensors tripped, Lois felt the sphincter open...and that was a weirdly erotic sensation, the little tube opening up and sucking the boiling hot jizz deep inside of her womb.

Kara collapsed on top of her, the small, sweaty breasts pressed into the reporter's back. Hot kisses planted against her shoulder.

"So...Lois Lane...will you join the House of El as my personal anal breeding bitch?"

"Language," Lois murmured, as the climax subsided. "But yes, I'll marry you, Kara."

The reporter twisted her head, just enough so that their lips could meet. The reporter's ass clenched, milking the last drop out of that dick. Her life was supremely weird right now...but a part of her wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, they were made for each other...and everything that cums in the end, ends well, as far as she was concerned.