Lois Pulls Off In Time

With a superpussy came new, superhuman instincts and reflexes. Cued to the exact state of sexual excitement of her partner, Lois shivered in orgasm and yet still managed to rise off of the horse cock at the perfect moment, the hot stream of jizz pissing past her ass to splash harmlessly on the floor beyond.

Lois Lane, caught in a post-coital haze of pleasure and excitement reveled in her newfound power. The black shemale simply stared blankly ahead, fully intoxicated and in thrall to the supercunt between her legs. Rubbing her swollen, mutated pussy on the faux-Vixen's abs, she contemplated the uses she could have for her new abilities.

I could be a hero, she thought. A crusading reporter that fucks for justice! No one could resist my pheromones, as I drag the truth from corrupt businessmen and drain them dry as they admit to their crimes!

The reporter stood up, she picked up her pants, eyeing them critically. she wasn't sure she liked them, at least as-is. Covering up her pussy might interfere with her pheromone release, limit her new powers. She began to hunt among the set, looking for the faux-Vixen's clothes.

Of course, why stop there? It looks like I can practically make men my slaves. Why go after the symptoms instead of the disease? Lois pictured herself at the United Nations, bending the leaders of the world to her whim. Running the world's largest international train on her pussy as she bound them to her will, taking the virile cum of the most powerful men in the world into her womb. I could rule the world! No more wars...the Pax Lanica, all of them bound by my thighs.

It was a villainous fantasy, and Lois entertained it as she found the chest with the black shemale's costumes. Most of them were skimpy "jungle babe" attire, and after tossing her way through various panties and tiger-print skirts Lois found a long, open kind of red loincloth—it hung off the hips, trailing down in front of the crotch and behind the ass down to mid-calf, but left her legs bare. Better yet, it left her pussy completely free and unencumbered.

And why stop there? Lois stepped into the loin-cloth. My womb is super-strong too right now. I could carry the child of Superman...I could be mother to a whole new generation of heroes! Or villains. Her mind turned to the idea of fucking the dark gods and monsters of this world. Imagining spreading her legs for Doomsday or Darkseid...made her super-sensitive pussy wet, imagining herself automatically adjusting the pH levels of her womb to better accept their seed, forcing her ovaries to pop out eggs for them to fertilize.

A new Lilith. Lois pictured herself with belly bulging, swollen with life, straddling the world like a colossus...the most powerful cunt in existence, mother to gods and demons...

Not that I really want to be a villain...or a hero, really, Lois thought, trying the garment on. Her hips weren't as wide as the black prostitute's, so it fell rather low on her. If the reporter didn't keep her pubic hair mostly shaven, she'd be flashing a bit of trim just standing still—but as it was, it seemed to work perfectly.

Anyway, enough daydreaming. Time to go to work!

Yet in her heart, Lois knew an important decision had been made.