Epilogue: Marvelbreeder

The portal was a glowing rectangle, the edges of which burned and crackled, distorting the air around them. Lois Lane's face was illuminated in it. She stood there in her best white dress and clutched her purse. Wonder Woman stood next to her.

"Is it...safe?" Lois asked.

"As safe as dimensional travel ever is," Diana said. "But if you don't want to go, no one would blame you."

Lois Lane, former reporter turned breeder, let out the breath she had been holding. There was nothing to the portal except light; she couldn't see beyond the bright glow to the world on the other side. A whole new universe...a new Earth...and with all the women there that needed what only Lois could give them.

The pregnant Amazon rested a hand on her shoulder. "They need your help. And it won't be forever. We will be waiting, when you are done."

The reporter turned and inched up on her tip-toes to press her lips against the Amazon's...and then she gathered her courage and stepped forward, into the unknown.

For one timeless moment, she experienced the most intense sensation of vertigo...of falling endlessly, her eyes unable to fully conceive the vastness of the chasm that she bridged, one foot poised over eternity, infinite space above her head...and then her heel clicked on a metal floor, and Lois stood with her back to the bright white cackling rectangle.

Lois Lane was on a metal platform in some kind of super-science lab, raised a few steps above the floor; the space was like a warehouse, and every inch seemed piled high and deep with electronic equipment that denied ready analysis. Screens showed strange sights, lights blinked, electrical arcs crackled within crystal tubes...and a vision of loveliness stepped from around a pile of equipment.

The woman was blonde, an inch or two above average height, and a few years older than Lois Lane. Her hips and breasts were rounder, showed off to good effect by the tight full-body one piece uniform that she word, but the waist was still thin and the stomach flat, the thighs and calves toned. A white "4" was emblazoned in a circle in the center of her chest, and the blue eyes were kindly as she extended one gloved hand and said, in a cultivated upper New York voice:

"Hello Lois, I'm Susan Storm-Richards. Welcome to our home."

Lois smiled back and took the hand in her own. Not a shake, just the squeeze of fingers...and then the former reporter stepped forward and down the steps from the platform to Susan's level. She tore her eyes away from her host to gaze at the scientific marvels around her.

"Us?"

"The Fantastic Four. We're a superhero group. I'm told your Earth has something similar? The...Justice League, and so on?"

"Yes, that's right," Lois said. With a nod of her head and a gesture, Susan indicated the direction, and then began to walk. Lois was happy to follow: the uniform was snug around the older woman's bottom, which shifted with each step. Bigger than Wonder Woman's...and no doubt softer too.

As they walked, Susan Storm-Richards told Lois Lane of the history of the Fantastic Four. The daring rocket ride, the cosmic rays, her role as the Invisible Woman. Her marriage to Reed Richards, the difficult conception and birth of their children. How Susan wanted more children, but Reed had been having a problem going...limp...and had suggested an alternative, one which might avoid some of the complications Susan had experienced giving birth the last couple of times.

They were alone in the building. Reed Richards and the others had taken the children to Disney World. With any luck, when they got back they'd have a new brother or sister on the way.

They exited the lab and walked down metal corridors before arriving at a darkened bedroom...all manner of scientific gadgets were embedded in the wall, like a 1960s vision of the future, and the blue sheets on the bed with the gigantic 4 logo were the exact same shade as Susan's costume. Even in the dark, Lois could see the metal frames on the wall that held pictures of her husband...children...family...

"If you, um, need to freshen up," the Invisible Woman said from the darkness, "you can use the master bathroom. I was just going to..."

"Turn on the lights," Lois said.

Something moved, unseen, and the overhead lights came on. Susan Storm-Richards stood there by the bed. All the eyes of those pictures on the wall seemed to stare at the married woman. She fidgeted with the ring on her hand.

"Do you and your husband always make love in the dark?" Lois asked.

"I...we don't do it that often," Lois said. "With his problems getting hard, it's been a long time..."

"Not what I asked," the reporter stepped forward as Susan turned away from her. The dickgirl's hand felt at the high collar of her uniform, and felt the catch there. Not quite a zipper. With the tug of one finger, it slid down along an invisible seam, so that the uniform fell away to reveal a pale white back.

No bra, Lois noticed. As she followed the seam, the uniform peeling apart as it curved down toward those motherly hips, she noted Lois wasn't wearing panties either.

"The uniform is so tight," Lois said. "Reed builds in support structures and absorbant pads, so I don't really need a bra or panties, and they ruin the lines..."

"You're beautiful," Lois said. "How the hell can he not see you while making love?"

The dickgirl knelt to draw the costume's seam all the way down to the ankle...and Susan stepped out of it. From her vantage point, Lois caught a glimpse of the pale pink hairless mound between her legs...and the great soft white expanse of that ass. Not as tight as Wonder Woman's at all, but full-hipped. Lois licked her lips as she rose.

"Turn around," Lois said. Susan did...and there was some added confidence now in how she posed, not ashamed of the body that had borne two children, the soft signs of stretch marks on belly and breast there like proud demonstrations of her fertility.

Lois pulled the dress over her head, and let it fall to the floor...but with a wave of her hands, Susan Storm-Richards sent both of their clothes flying, and they neatly folded themselves en-route as though by invisible hands, to come to rest gently on a metal dresser.

The dickgirl's cock was hard. Susan stared at it. The former reporter didn't ask any of the stupid usual questions. There was no point in asking if she were bigger than Mr. Fantastic, or if Susan wanted to touch it. Lois stepped forward and opened her mouth, leaned in to kiss her...and her tongue and lips met an invisible barrier, an inch from Susan Storm-Richard's face.

"I'm sorry," Susan says. "I know this isn't...I'm not cheating on Reed. Not really. But I need to do this my way."

The Invisible Woman stuck out an arm...and something grabbed Lois Lane and carried her to the bed. Spread-eagled, she was **** onto the mattress. Invisible bands tightened around her cock, which began to grow purple as the blood that flooded in couldn't exit. Susan stepped lightly on invisible steps up onto and over the mattress...and assumed a squat posture over Lois' cock.

The pussy was hairless, Lois noticed. Waxed clean.

"The costume," Susan explained, as if reading her thoughts. Her hands gripped her knees...and then something happened which Lois had never seen happen before.

The pussy began to spread on its own.

Intellectually, Lois knew it must be invisible forcefields that were spreading those hairless pink lips...but as the cunny grew wider and wider, and more and more of the heroine's cunt-tunnel was revealed, the wider Lois' eyes got. Her cock was sizable, but the cunt that was on display now was beyond anything she had seen or experienced...clear juice dripped down from a gape that defied imagination, and Susan Storm-Richard's face was flushed and sweaty with exertion as she pulled her cunt apart wider and deeper, until Lois could have stuck both her fists in her without touching the sides.

The Invisible Woman grinned.

"Reed, you see...he could make himself as big as I wanted. And when he couldn't anymore, I used...well. I guess it's so easy to be a size queen. But that's not what I need from you."

She sank down, never moving from her squat. Her distended pussy simply swallowed Lois Lane's stiff cock without touching the sides...and then Lois learned why she was called the Invisible Woman, as the skin and integument faded from view, and Lois could see the pulsing veins and walls of the cunt as in some medical cutaway, her cockhead pressed against the back wall of the pussy, the reporter's cervix just there...and sweat dripped from Susan's forehead onto Lois' stomach as a small, invisible forcefield pried open that sphincter to open a direct channel to her uterus.

Susan Storm-Richard panted hard, and Lois could not imagine the concentration and will this took...and then something grabbed her cock. An invisible hand began to stroke her shaft. Lois could feel every finger, every knuckle, even the impression of Lois Lane's wedding ring, but Susan's left hand was still clearly visible, in a white-knuckled grip on her left knee. It was another forcefield...and Lois gasped as with slow and terrible determination, the full shape of the Invisible Woman's design became clear.

This wasn't adultery. This was a sperm donation.

The reporter's gaping, half-visible cunt never touched Lois Lane's stiff and aching cock. Her hands never touched the prick. Helpless and bound in place, the dickgirl could only watch and feel as she was brought ever nearer to climax. Lois' violet eyes roamed over the hard dark nipples of Susan Storm-Richard's breasts, the wide hips, the narrow waist...and her admiration for the woman reached new heights. A lesser woman would have simply fucked her. Her husband must have given her his blessing. Instead, Susan was trying in her own way to be faithful...and it was time for Lois to do what she had come her to do.

Straining against the invisible bonds, Lois bucked her hips. Rolled them in time with the strokes of the invisible hand. Watched her swollen purple knob bob inside that hot cave. Until she felt the tip of her dick grow numb from the endless stroking. Until the pressure inside of her could not be denied, not even with the invisible ring that cut into the flesh.

Until the white seed spurted up, hot and thick and with a **** like Old Faithful.

Lois Lane had never seen herself impregnate a woman before. Yet she and Lois gasped in unison as the hot milky whiteness was guided by an invisible tube straight from the tip of the reporter's dick into the waiting womb. It was the most bizarrely erotic sight that Lois had ever seen...her cock milked directly into the uterus, like something out of a bad Japanese hentai movie...and yet, in a few moments, it was done...and Susan straightened her legs. The invisible bonds released Lois. She lay on the bed, a vivid purple ring around the base of her cock...and the last sight she saw of the Invisible Woman's uterus was of a cum-filled pocket at the very core of her...which was soon replaced by a smooth expanse of pale flesh, marked here and there by the white lightning-strokes of stretchmarks.

"That should do it," Susan Storm-Richards said. "Thank you, Lois. Now, I don't want to be rude, but could you be showered and changed before my children come back? I need to wash the sheets."

Numbly, Lois Lane nodded...and wondered what other strange marvels awaited her in this universe.