Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What does that entail?

Lois Lane Gets To Interview The Women She Just Impregnated

"Can they speak?" Lois Lane said. The reporter, unable to fit her cock into her tight red pants, had been given a pair of LexCorp Fitness sweatpants to cover herself. The baggy grey fabric hid her swinging dick and balls, and allowed freedom of movement...but it was still a novelty to the reporter to feel it brush against her thighs, and even sitting down for the interview she had to be careful of her new testicles.

They had brought Lois down to a kind of conference room, and the women were wheeled in on wheelchairs around the table, dressed in hospital gowns—and were, the reporter saw immediately, a bit out of it. There was a uniform dazed expression, a warm contented smile, and their hands, resting in their laps, often came to rest on their hidden abdomens.

"They were anesthetized during the stabilization procedure," Luthor said. "But they should be cognizant. You have everything you need?"

Lois Lane's smartphone with the audio recording app was set. She had a notebook and a pencil. A pitcher of orange juice and five cups were set on the middle of the table.

"Coffee?" The reporter asked.

"Excessive caffeine can lower sperm count," Lex said. "The contract you signed stipulates you're to avoid coffee and take a prescribed course of vitamins—at LexCorp's expense."

The bald man laid a bottle on the table before Lois, then turned to leave.

"Take as long as you'd like," he said, shutting the door behind them.

Lois sighed, suddenly tired. She poured herself a glass of orange juice, glanced at the label on the bottle of pills, then shook one look and swallowed it, washing it down with cold, sweet, acid liquid. The women were still smiling dumbly.

"So!" Lois said with as much energy as she could muster. "I'm Lois Lane, a reporter with the Daily Planet. I'm here to get your stories...to make sure you're being treated right by LexCorp..."