Someone Probing Her Cock

Lois Lane had not had a cock for long. She didn't know, before now, what it felt like to have a slim flexible tube fed down her urethra, coated in a generous amount of sterile lubricant. The sensation was neither painful nor pleasant, and it brought her out of her confusing and oddly arousing dream.

Carefully, doing her best to give no indication of her having awoken, the dickgirl reporter took stock of her situation: she was naked, and lay on some kind of bed or mattress. Straps held her legs open, and across her midsection, chest, and neck, but there were no handcuffs or ties about her ankles or wrists. A heavy helmet covered her head...Lois could "see" pink flashes through her closed eyelids, and hear a steady whisper of words through the speakers positioned at each ear. The audio being played was, the reporter not surprised, describing a scenario very similar to her dream...and Lois felt her cheeks flush as she heard the loving description about how Lex Luthor's futa secretary turned around and offered him her ass to fuck as he gave a meeting, doing her best to swallow the massive load he had shot down her throat...

Her cock twitched at the thought, and a sudden spike of sensation brought her back to the present.

"Sperm count is stable," a woman's voice said. Gloved hands probed around the reporter's crotch at the base of the cock. "No testes are visible, but I can feel some internal structures. Blood work reveals heightened levels of the Kryptonian equivalents of testosterone and estrogen. Red kryptonite flux is minimal."

"But is it permanent?" A male voice. Lois recognized it at once. Lex Luthor.

"I don't know, Lex. We've only had four test subjects before this, and we haven't tried this mix of treatments on any of them. What makes this one special?"

Four subjects, the reporter thought. Four missing women. So that's where they went...

A warm palm settled on the reporter's right tit. It took everything in the reporter's power not to show any sign, to pretend to be still ****. The reporter mentally hated herself as she felt the small pink nipple stiffen and push against his palm.

"If we can successfully and reliably create futanari, there are billions to be made in profit," the mad scientist said smoothly. Lex let his hand slide down so that one finger could toy with the dickgirl's stiff nipple, his finger pushed and prodded at the engorged nip. "But beyond that...I have plans for this one. I could use a new secretary."

Lois Lane kept breathing, slowly and steadily, as the tube worked itself inside her urethra and Lex toyed with her nipple. She wasn't sure how much longer she could maintain this charade.