Epilogue: Lois Lane's Descent Into Bimbodom

It didn't take the office long to realize Lois and Clark were a couple. The two seemed almost joined at the hip while at the office...and if anyone noticed the blonde highlights in the reporter's hair, her bigger bust, the way her ass filled out skirts that seemed to get shorter and shorter each day, the perpetually beestung look of her lips...or how the pair seemed to coincidentally disappear together...well, many at the Daily Planet simply thought Clark Kent was a lucky man.

For Lois Lane, he was her rock, her only anchor to sanity. She didn't dare to eat or drink anything when Clark wasn't there, and whenever he was gone for superheroics she felt nervous and on edge, her former confidence wilting...never knowing what trick that Blaze would have up her sleeve next. Once, Blaze had managed to replace Lois Lane's birth control pills and the reporter had spent an hour masturbating in the bathroom at home, watching the buttons burst off of her shirt as her breasts swelled, fingering her pussy and ass...another time she had opened a nondescript envelope and gotten a face full of white powder, and Clark had to call them both in sick because she cried and whined when he wouldn't fuck her.

The worse part of it all, though, was that Lois found the lingering effects weren't just physical. Oh, she had added inches to her bust and hips, and her cocksucking lips were beestung, and there were blonde streaks in her once raven-black hair...but more and more often Lois found herself staring vapidly at the screen, unable to concentrate. Finishing an article became almost impossible. Words and facts that she knew but couldn't remember were right there on the tip of her tongue, but she agonized over the information that was inaccessible to her slowly bimbofied brain, and tried to work around the gaps...to only limited success. Clark had even taken to staying up late at night to help finish her work and his, and that made her even more miserable and depressed.

It was like Lois was losing pieces of herself. Bit by bit, the intelligent, confident woman she had been was being stripped away, and in place of that was a busty bimbo who lived to suck dick and get fucked.

The worst part of it is, a part of Lois liked it.

In the middle of the night she would feel Clark's hand on her big, meaty ass...bump and rub her butt against his cock...and when it was hard, sometimes she slipped herself down onto it, pumping her ass or pussy until she came...and then she would lay on top of him, still impaled on that magnificent dick, ass or pussy stretched wide and fingering her other hole as she gently masturbated herself to sleep...and Clark would hug her, big strong arms wrapping around her and holding her tight and for a little while it was just...perfect.

Until he had to leave, slipping his cock out of her overstretched holes, and Lois would sigh and shove a fist up her ass and try to sleep.

There were medical appointments, of course. Measuring tapes that chronicled her descent from being trim and relatively flat-chested to curvy and buxom. Her once hard stomach had softened a little, her breasts were half the size of her head. MRIs showed parts of her brain dark that had used to glow, and try as she might Lois couldn't follow all the medicalese...but they did find a temporary solution.

It looked like a pacifier. Except it was really a flesh-colored dildo, about six inches long, with a flared pink base that sat flush against her face, and a pink ring. She opened her mouth as they slid it in, the soft material easily sliding into the entrance of her throat...and Lois blinked, as if a fog had suddenly lifted from her brain.

"It isn't a permanent fix," Clark said. "But the doctor noticed that when you were in the middle of your...oral fixation...parts of your brain that normally weren't working seemed to activate again. Obviously, it's not something you can do around the office, but I talked to Perry White and he said it's fine for you to work from home for a while."

Lois sucked on her pacifier-dick and nodded. She couldn't speak, but she reached out to grab Clark's hand and guided it to her stomach. He blushed as he got the idea.

"Yes. I suppose you are going to be busy in a few months anyway."