Epilogue: Repeating The Experiment

Maria Vasquez, the newest intern at the Daily Planet, fidgeted as her recently-shaven thighs rubbed together. She wasn't comfortable not wearing any underwear in public, especially not in a skirt this short and hip-hugging. The business suit was barely acceptable as office attire in the morning, with the heels and the stockings. Throughout the day, as she worked her way closer and closer to her target, Maria's skirt rose and the buttons came off, revealing more cleavage.

By the time she was alone in the office with Lois Lane, the young woman's skirt was barely concealing her pubis, and her shirt was half-undone, showing off the black lace bra beneath, the hard nubs of the nipple piercings clearly visible through her shirt.

Think of the money, Maria, she told herself.

It was a lot of money. Enough money that Maria had only been slightly disappointed when the pregnancy tests had come up negative, and Luthor had ordered her to "repeat the experiment."

Easy for him to say. In practice...Maria had swapped out the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter's lunch yogurt with one adulterated with the XXX chemical that Luthor had invented. By now, it should have worked its way through the woman's system. All that she needed to do now was trigger the change. Again.

Maria told herself that she wasn't this wet because she was looking forward to it. That this was all about the money. Not about the sex. Nope, not about the sex at all.

"Oh, Miss Lane," the young woman smiled as she came up to the reporter's desk. "Working late?"

The reporter looked up, face somewhat flushed as the XXX prepped her for the kryptonite. "Maria, isn't it? I've been meaning to talk about your...wardrobe. Woman to woman. Perry White can be a bit of a stickler about the dress code..."

"Oh? Do you think he would mind...this?" Maria steeled herself and pulled her skirt up over her hips.

The bright red light of the kryptonite set in the young woman's new clitoral hood piercing washed over Lois Lane's face. Maria watched as the pupils dilated, the nostrils flared...and cloth panties ripped. The young woman licked her lips as she slid onto the reporter's desk, her fat thighs splayed wide, pussy on plain display.

"Can you smell it, Lois?" Maria whispered. The reporter's hands were clutching the arms of her office chair like claws, white-knuckled. A distinctive bulge was distending the crotch of Lois Lane's own pant-suit.

"Do you know what it is? Pussy." Maria was breathing hard now, and reached down to splay her labia with two fingers, showing Lois the inner pink recesses. "Nice, fertile pussy...just begging to be fucked..."

There was a growl. Lois Lane was on her like a wild animal, hands pulling down her britches in smooth operation to free the newgrown cock. It slammed into it's target in a single slick thrust, and then there was no more need for words on Maria's part. She hung on for dear life as the new dickgirl's cock slammed home in mindless rut, the reporter's hands popping buttons as she tore open Maria's shirt, **** to get at the young woman's tits.

The first load of the evening spat into the mouth of Maria's womb with such **** that the young woman winced. Maria swore that the cock was growing bigger inside of her, the kryptonite piercing causing it to grow longer and thicker. Right then, the young woman didn't care. She was working.

With her first ejaculation, Lois Lane's shoulders sagged and her eyes cleared a little...though the fat cock remained buried in the young woman's muff. It was priapic, the erection that wouldn't die, not until it achieved its goal or time ran out. Privately, Maria wasn't sure she wanted it to succeed or not: pregnancy meant a big payday, but if it failed maybe Lex would let her try again.

"Wh-what...did you...do to...me?" Lois gasped as she buried her cock again and again in the tight young twat, hands mauling the young intern's breasts, her lips seeking out Maria's mouth.

"Oh Miss Lane," Maria answered, pretending to be shocked. "What are you doing? And it's a dangerous day! I could get pregnant!"

The young woman dropped her tone low and husky, and wrapped her ankles around the reporter's backside, trapping that fat cock inside of her. "You wouldn't want to do that, would you?"

The eyes glazed over, and Lois was gone again. Consumed once more by the beast between her legs, which had only one purpose: to breed.

"Welcome back, lover," Maria whispered. "Fuck me good. Knock me up. Make me a mommy."

The LexCorp containment detail, disguised as the Daily Planet's janitorial staff, secured the scene at 0535, before the office officially opened. Lois Lane, amnesticized and her new member fading as the kryptonite-induced mutation wore off, would find herself asleep at her desk. Maria Vasquez was able to walk, albeit bowlegged and supported by two others.

"New orders from above," the team leader told her gently. "In order to maximize your chances for conception, you're going to have to repeat the experiment every day during your ovulation window. So you're going to have to get cleaned up and re-inserted tonight for round 2."

Maria, haggard and sweaty, could feel the cum dribbling down her legs. She licked her lips. She really loved her job.