Lois Wishes For Cock

The reporter fisted herself desultorily. Whether it was some remnant of the numbing agent or just that her pussy was too big now, but her hand wasn't doing it for her. Her pussy and womb had been rebuilt, able to accommodate godlike pricks, and...her fingers just weren't enough.

"I want a cock." She winced as the words came out of her mouth. It felt like a whine. It felt like a cock-hungry bitch that just wanted to be fucked. Lois pulled her hand out of her gaping snatch. That wasn't who she wanted to be...but it's what she felt like, right now.

She felt...ready. Her pussy was wet. The reporter could feel the heat rising inside her body, like a pleasant fever. There was a sense of anticipation, of need, but also just...like her pussy was primed for the act. And beyond that...Lois had never really felt the whole "biological clock" urge that some women talked about. The **** need to squat out a baby before their ovaries dried up and their womb fell out and their tits sagged to their knees.

Right now, though? I could have a baby was not an unpleasant thought. In fact, the idea gave her a little thrill. If somebody fucked me right now, I could get knocked up. It made her pussy tingle just contemplating the idea. She stared at her flat belly and imagined what it would be like, to be a mother.

Her gaze shifted down from her belly button to her gaping pussy. Lois' fingers playing idly at the lips, which felt thick and rubbery in her hand, ready to stretch and accommodate some hefty cock. She wasn't even sure she could handle a normal dick at this point. It would be like throwing a hotdog in a golf hole, hoping to touch the sides.

I want to feel full again, Lois thought, as she spread her cunt lips wide. I need to feel something inside of me.

It was terrible, in it's own way. Lois Lane had been many things in her life, but never a cockhound. She had the occasional one-night stand, but now...where would she find anyone equipped to handle her needs? She'd have to start trying to date male porn stars or invest in some serious size-queen toys. The idea of having to hump a lump of silicone just felt...wrong, somehow. Lois wanted the real thing.

"I want a cock," she whined again, louder. This time, something responded...a door slid open with a chime, and Lois turned...