Lois Lane Dreams Of Being A Condom

The crinkle as the wrapper was torn was like the thunder heralding the end of the world.

Thick hands pulled her out. Dimly, Lois Lane was aware of herself...not as she had known herself, no arms or legs, no mouth to scream or eyes to see. Just a thin membrane, her whole body reduced to flatness. A sheet in the winds of fate, waiting to be filled...

Something huge and warm pressed against her. She shuddered and strained, the head and mass forcing her to bow out. Any moment and it felt like burst...but then something gave way. Lois Lane felt herself unfold, his thin being stretching out, mapping every hill and valley of every even and ridge on that long, hot, hard member. Unable to express the terrible tension as her body grew thinner and thinner, taking the shape of that cock as it filled her completely.

Until she stood helpless, wrapped around it, hugging the whole thing tightly. She could feel the precum ooze into the reservoir tip...the tight band at the base, gripping the skin. Her whole form like a second skin. For a moment she almost imagined she had become the cock...but Lois retained a sense of separation, a sense of self.

Then something gripped her. Harder, hotter, from the outside now. The reporter was aware of being merely the thinnest of skins, being rubbed this way and that, faster and faster. Her whole membranous body pushed to its limit by the heat and the friction, trapped between the cock within and the unseen and unseeable **** without...a hand, a cunt, an asshole, a mouth, it was all the same to the blind, idiot thing that was Lois Lane, her being stretched to its limit and about to burst.

The ejaculation caught her by surprise. The **** of the first torrent of jizz erupting inside of her threatened to tear through her being...yet it held. Lois Lane would have moaned as she felt her already abused body stretched as rope after sticky rope of thick, viscous jizz filled her reservoir tip to overflowing. Latex body ballooning against the **** the eruption. Pregnant with frustrated possibilities...millions of sperm swimming around inside of her, searching for an egg that wasn't there, that would never be there.

Exhausted, distended and used, the reporter was aware of being peeled off. Her cum-filled body sagged against gravity, hanging tremulous, utterly spent...and ready now to be discarded...