A Well-Hung Submissive Futanari

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Hours had passed. Lois Lane was bound in restraints, a virtual reality helmet on her head continuing to feed the mental programming into her body. Technicians were wiping down her body, rubbing soothing ointment into her inflamed asshole, feeding IV lines into her arms to keep her fluid levels up. Below, her priapic prick twitched spasmodically, sending watery spurts of semen onto the floor in a growing puddle.

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Her head hung between her shoulders, weighed down by the helmet, and some of the technicians were already trying to tie her head back to the X-shaped cross. The reporter's breasts were swelling modestly now, the cock twitching in time with the binaural beat. One of the technicians slid their last—and largest—dildo into her ass. The greedy orifice swallowed the well-lubed sex toy hungrily.

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A pair of massively swollen testicles hung between the reporter's thin thighs. Lex Luthor's left eye began to twitch. They were the size of cantaloupes now, and had been slowly swelling ever since they had successfully managed to get the reporter to produce a penis again. The cock itself was an admirable nine inches, pure porn star territory, but Lois Lane stubbornly refused to grow a pussy again...among other things.

"We're at about seventy percent of target configuration, Mr. Luthor," the chief technician said. Dark bags showed over the man's eyes, and a litter of coffee cups by his station showed how exhausted he was by the whole process. "Subject...continues to resist."

"I can see that," Lex said grimly. He ran his hand over his bald head...and if he had any hair left, he would have pulled it out. A part of him almost thought that Lois Lane was doing this on purpose.

"Maybe if we...adjust the target parameters?" The technician said. "Subject seems very happy with anal sex, I'm sure..."

"She needs a vagina," Lex said adamantly. "I want a fully functional, fully fuckable hermaphrodite. Obedient to my will."

The technician sighed. "I don't know what to tell you Mr. Luthor, we're way beyond any of the projections on her personal psychology...we can't make her want to be a submissive futanari slut."

"No..." Luthor said, as if an idea had just come to him. "But perhaps with the right...interaction...she could convince herself that's what she wants."

He stroked his jaw...and then strode to the technician's terminal and pushed the man out of the way. Tapping rapidly at the command line, he accessed a private hypnosis program...provided the access code...and queued up LEX_01.

"Alright, Lois," he said. "Prepare for something a little...different."