Lesbian Lena Luthor Promised Priscilla Pregnancy

"So, Lena Luthor is Lex Luthor's niece. Not everyone knows this, but she's a lesbian. Secret marriage to Priscilla Parker. They're totally, adorably, horribly in love. Except Priscilla wants a baby, and she doesn't want a surrogacy, or adoption, or IVF. She wants Lena Luthor to fuck a baby into her. Lena Luthor, in a fit of madness, she doesn't just say yes—she agrees when Priscilla writes it into the prenup. So now she has to find a way to impregnate Prissy."

Mercy drank. Lois Lane's eyes widened as she got the picture.

"So Lena asks Lex to give her a fully functional dick," the reporter said, awestruck. "Great Ceasar's ghost."

"Right," Maria said. "Except, the cocks don't last long. Most of them are good for one or two ejaculations, and in a few hours they're gone. The sperm don't have time to mature. For all the talk about pregnancy risk, Lex Luthor's dickgirls are mostly shooting blanks."

Lois sipped her beer. She was still trying to wrap her head around the logistics. Lex Luthor had set up an entire covert lab for human experimentation, with an illegal club as a cover so he could turn random women into dickgirls so that he could help his niece knock up her baby-crazy dyke of a wife? It was insane. Even if she wanted to, her editor would never believe this story...Lois Lane's cunt ached and was full of dickgirl sperm, and she hardly believed it.

The reporter set the empty bottle down, and felt suddenly light-headed. She had drunk too much, too fast, and the beer must have been strong...it was going straight to her head...

"So what we need," Mercy said as her hand closed around the reporter's wrist. "Is two test subjects: one who can confirm the process makes cocks permanent, and one to get pregnant to prove that the sperm is viable."

Maria slid the reporter's arm around her neck as Lois Lane's head suddenly slid onto the woman's shoulder. The reporter breathed deeply, evenly, her eyes opening and closing...every muscle seemed utterly relaxed, and she realized that she wasn't drunk...she had been ****.

"Which is where you come in, Lois," Mercy said. "Guess which test subject you're going to be?"