Lois Lane Becomes Ridiculously Hung

Bound in Lex Luthor's strange apparatus, Lois Lane hung limp and panting. Once again, her vision was bombarded—pornography filled her vision, soft moans buzzed in her ears so loud she couldn't think straight—not that there was anything straight about the porn either. Muscular Black men split shemale asses; supine sissies were on their knees, their feminine lips wrapped around drooling brown cocks; chicks with dicks stroked their little dicks as they uttered obscenities.

"Faggots," Lois Lane muttered, the word strange on the reporter's lips. Oh, she knew the word well enough—but she never used it. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was a LGBTQ+ ally, had nothing against gay people, or sexual kinks and lifestyles. Yet bombarded by all this gay porn...or something like it...Lois Lane could feel something break inside of her. Some inner mental wall came crumbling down, and pouring out came all the thoughts and feelings she had repressed...the secret thrill of watching a little sissy dominated, of seing a strong straight man go gay for pay, Japanese manga of ridiculously hung shemales overshadowing the tiny cocks of their boyfriends, dominating them, forcing them to bend over and take it up the ass like bitches...and the pathetic bastards that jerked off to that porn, telling themselves it wasn't gay because there was a pair of tits attached to that massive baseball bat of a sphincter-tearing cock...

"Midget dicks!" Lois whispered hoarsely as new strength seemed to flood her frame. Her heart beat faster, and she strained against her bonds. Between her legs, her clit felt stiff and sensitive...almost impossibly so. Her stomach swell and shrank with each breath, and though she could not see it her body began to change once again...the clitoris growing, stiffening, shifting. Her pussy pushed out, as though the inner part of the clitoris were growing in direct proportion to how the exposed inner part did. Her thighs were pushed apart as the bulging labia swelled more and more, and the clitoris...no, it could no longer be called that, for a well-defined glans was now visible, and a dimple in the tip split to reveal a drooling urethra.

"I'LL BREAK ALL YOUR ASSES!" Lois shouted, and the veins stood out on her muscles as she pulled against her bonds....her whole body arched so that the growing cock was like the arrow knocked at a drawn bow. Bluish-purple veins crawled across the surface of the cock as it grew...and though Lois could not see it, the cock had just surpassed the largest human prick in the Guinness Book of World Records, and was still growing.

In the control room, Lex Luthor's jaw dropped as the tower of cock continued to thicken and grow. The head of the reporter's cock was the size and color of a ripe plum, and the skin behind the glans swelled out to a trunk at least four inches in diameter. The rigid pole of flesh stood out from Lois Lane's crotch like a third limb, and for a moment the madman was utterly speechless.

"How...how long..." he asked.

A technician glanced at his screen.

"88...89...90...91 centimeters," the technician swallowed. "It's a three-foot-long cock, Mr. Luthor."