Epilogue: The Rabbit Dies

LexCorp had set her up with an apartment. Fancy, voice-controlled everything. Bills paid for. Groceries delivered in. No internet, but some sort of insane satellite-cable-streaming hybrid with about five thousand channels and on-demand programming, some of which Maria was sure didn't come from this planet. Even the bathroom was high tech, completely computerized, fancy as anything in a Japanophile's wetdream.

Which was brought home suddenly when the toilet announced that she was pregnant with Lois Lane's baby.

Lights flashed. The television screen shifted to reveal Lex Luthor's smug face.

"Congratulations," he announced. "According to the LexLoo, which you used 10.6 minutes ago, your last 'experiment' with the subject was successful. You are now pregnant. Your contract extension has been adapted accordingly."

Maria swallowed the ice cream she had been eating. That was...good news. She got to keep the apartment, would still get paid...with a bonus!...but it also meant no more marathon futanari fuck-sessions. And, y'know, the whole nine months of pregnancy followed by pushing something the size of a watermelon out of her pussy. Still.

"Um...thank you, sir." She paused, unsure what to say. "Does this mean I get more ice cream?"

"Your ice cream budget is now effectively unlimited," he said. "We'll need to keep you under close supervision for the length of the pregnancy, watch your diet to make sure you're getting the right nutrients, maintaining a proper weight..."

Maria coughed politely. "I...uh...take it I'm still on lockdown?"

"For the time being. You're not a prisoner, but outside contact still has to be managed. We will get a socialization program in place. Friendly, familiar faces for your exams, people to talk to, confide in..."

"What if I..." she blushed thinking about this, about daring to say it, "um, what about...intimacy."

Luthor pursed his lips. "We are working on it. I expect some progress within a few weeks. In the meantime..."

Panels in the walls all around Maria's apartment flipped down, revealing a vast array of sex toys. It was like the demonstration room of an adult toy store. There were dildos and butt plugs of every shape and size, scented lubricants, sexy lingerie, harnesses and vibrators and strange things Maria didn't even have names for.

"...the parental locks have also been taken off of the adult channels. You now have, effectively, access to most of the pornographic videos from the last one hundred years at your disposal. Including a few that are illegal in this country, for various prudish reasons. I trust you will be able to entertain yourself until such a time as we can arrange for more suitable...companionship."

Maria nodded. Lex hung up without another word.

I'm pregnant, the young woman thought. In a luxury apartment, with all the food and sex toys and porn I could want.

A weird flutter went through her heart as the last scoop of butter pecan ice cream slid into her stomach. It seemed like a dream come true.

"Teevee," she said out loud. "Find me some porn of a pregnant woman getting fucked by a shemale."

Maria got off the couch to select her dildo for this evening. So many to choose from...and nine months to try them all.