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Chapter 11 by Zeebop Zeebop

Who is Lois Lane's Sperm Donor?

Jimmy Olsen

Lois Lane's jaw fell open as a familiar freckled face appeared out of the pink mist...and a cloud of sperm started to swim behind through the pink swirls. It was Jimmy Olsen, the Daily Planet photographer...Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen. The one that always ended up mutated into a turtle or something very other week, and always wore those ridiculous little bowties. She shuddered to think that even now, she was carrying his ginger bastards in her belly.

Him? The reporter thought, her mind recoiling at the idea of him jerking off into a semen sample cup. Of all the real men who could have fathered my children, my body chose him?

Lois sagged in her seat. The screen seemed to fill her whole world, Jimmy's blue eyes staring soullessly at her from beneath those orange eyebrows. Dimly, she was aware things were happening. A painful prick as a needle went into her arm, a dull throb as her pussy was emptied, a tingle as it was wiped clean. She stared straight ahead, as if she could will the universe to make sense of this madness.

"I let Jimmy Olsen knock me up," Lois whispered in disbelief.

Except she did believe it. Wasn't Jimmy exactly the kind of guy that would go to a sperm clinic to make a few bucks? Hell, he'd probably save up all week. No doubt he got off on the thought of some random woman carrying his redheaded child. The reporter could only imagine how she was going to face him when she got back to work...did she even want to tell him? Would he believe her?

This whole thing was like a nightmare. One she didn't know how to wake up from.

So distracted was Lois, that she didn't even notice as the **** began to take effect. The darkness began to close in...and all she could see was Jimmy Olsen's smiling face. As if mocking her at being tricked into being pregnant for him.

Lois Lane blinked. She found herself sitting at the computer station, fully clothed. Maria was shaking her shoulder.

"Come on, we have to go," the young woman insisted. "Someone might catch us here."

"Right," Lois said, automatically. She stood up...and winced at a sudden pain in her midsection, legs weak and wobbly for a moment...but she quickly recovered.

How much of her impregnation does Lois Lane remember?

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