Post-Coital Panic

Oh shit, Lois thought, the image of billions of sperm flooding around her egg suddenly zooming into sharp focus. Oh shit, I just masturbated in a tub full of cum.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" The reporter muttered as she rolled out of the sticky, reeking tongue. She was suddenly aware of how she was covered almost head to toe in jizz, the heavy ammonia sent nearly nauseating her.

Don't panic, Lane, she told herself. She turned on the sink faucet, only to see a familiar white goop pour out of the end of the metal pole.

Change of plans: panic! Lois decided as she headed for the kitchen sink, leaving sticky white footprints behind her. The jizz was cold on her body now, and she shivered.

She twisted the kitchen sink faucet—and nearly screamed in frustration to see a thin, jizzy drool sputter out.

"God dammit!" Lois swore. The reporter grabbed the roll of paper towels and began scraping the cum off of her skin. There was nothing she could do about her hair—especially her pubic hair, which was a clotted mess—and resolved to do a complete shave later.

"Just need to get to the pharmacy," she told herself. "Get a morning-after pill. Then call the superintendent, get a fucking plumber up here..."

She squeezed her ass into the club pants, not bothering with panties or bra. Shirt—jacket—shoes—wallet and keys, then out the door.

The knob wouldn't turn beneath Lois Lane's hand. She frowned, made sure it was unlocked, tried to turn it again—but the door stayed stubbornly shut.

"Fucking piece of shit!" Lois tugged hard at the door...and the knob came off in her hand.

For a moment, the reporter could feel her heartbeat in her ears. The organ pounded hard in her chest. Where the doorknob had been was a dark hole...which began to weep an unmistakable white goo, sliding down the drawer in a steady stream.

Lois took a step back, but the flow wasn't stopping. The hairs began to stand up on the back of the reporter's neck. This wasn't right—nothing about this was right at all...like something out of a horror movie.

"Need to do something," she said out loud, if only to reassure herself of her own voice. "Has to magic...or a hallucination. Got to figure out a plan."