Lois Lane's Cock Has Grown

Between her thighs, the bloated cock sat like a truncated third leg. It was at least three inches thick at the widest part, and ten or eleven inches long. The whole head was swollen and flattened, the urethra gaping obscenely, at least an inch and a half long.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said. "I don't...how am I supposed to stick this thing in you? I'd break you in half!"

"You don't stick it in me," Supergirl said, voice small and shy. She lifted her skirt and reached between her legs. "I stick it in you."

It looked for all the world like a perfectly ordinary pussy. Pretty, pink, topped with just a hint of cornsilk peach fuzz. Yet the Maid of Might slid two fingers into her cleft and seemed to hook something, pulling it down...and out.

She had a cock. Soft and skinny right now, but as Lois watched it began to grow hard and erect, the skin peeling back to reveal a small purple head. It was maybe seven inches long and an inch wide, and rose from the Kryptonian's pussy in place of her clitoris.

"On Krypton, we're...well, it's kind of like how mammals took a different evolutionary path in Australia compared to the rest of the world. The gender situation is a little more complicated..."

"I can see that," Lois said, not sure how she felt about seeing this tiny slip of a woman with such a big hard cock. "So...am I to take it that instead of me sticking it in you...you stick it in me?"

"...yes. Please?" The bright blue eyes were big and wide. The dick, so small and thin compared to Lois Lane's monstrous mutated member, faintly quivered with anticipation. The reporter rubbed her temples.

I guess this is basically just an extension of my pussy now? Her swollen prick ached, and suddenly Lois recognized that not as the pain of cumming too much, but a kind of need. It wants to be fucked.

"I...I guess? I don't know what to do here."

"It's okay. I've been through elementary and intermediate sex ed in my learning creche," the young woman told her. "We just have to line up our...holes...and then I press forward. It should start to feel good, then. And when it feels good enough, I'll release my egg, and it'll combine with your sperm and be fertilized."

"...right," Lois said. "Okay. Just...take your clothes off."

The reporter stripped out of what was left of the hospital gown and reached over to turn off the beeping medical equipment.

"My...clothes?" Supergirl said.

"Yes. If I'm going to be fucked, I at least want to see you naked first."

Nodding seriously, Kara Zor-El reached down to her skirt and lifted it up over her head. No bra, no panties. Tiny mosquito-bite titties, little more than puffy pink nipples showing where breasts might one day be. Almost the opposite of Power Girl. But her body was slim and toned, sun-dappled here and there with a spray of freckles, fine blonde body hair nearly invisible, muscles clearly defined...it was the first time Lois had seen abs like that on a woman...and there was something fetchingly eager in the way she quickly folded her uniform and placed it on the corner of the bed. A dribble of clear fluid was leaking from the tip of her dick.

Pre-cum? Or, if she's going to...ovulate into me...pre-ovoposition fluid? Something to lube up the tunnel? The reporter still didn't want to think about the actual mechanics of this, but her overpowering curiosity was already imagining the possibilities. It looked like their bits would match up, but this was still profoundly weird for her.

"Okay, well you're the expert here so...why don't you take the lead?"