Parasite

The barmaid nodded and watched as Lois returned to her table and finished her drink. As she mixed up the next one, she slipped a pill into the glass that dissolved in seconds, then slid it over to Lois. "Complements of the house," she vapidly told Lois. The reporter took the drink and paused to notice that the waitress's eyes looked rather dull, like she wasn't fully conscious. Perhaps she's been overworked, Lois shrugged as she knocked back the drink. I can relate.

As the thumping of the club music kept beating, Lois continued to watch the dancers while at the same time keeping an eye out for anything out-of-the-ordinary. After a few minutes, she started feeling a bit lightheaded. "Uhhnn... watch my things?" she asked the barmaid as she got up and shakily made her way towards the restroom for some quiet privacy. Each step quickly became more and more of a challenge to coordinate as Lois almost collapsed onto the door and braced herself against the sink, her vision blurring and quickly fading. The last thing she would see before blacking out was a vaguely human-shaped shadow coming up behind her through the mirror.

About two hours later, Lois stirred awake. Shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs, she saw that she was not in the club anymore, but a well-lit and sterile lab room. Lois tried to move only to find that her arms and legs were bound to a hospital gurney. It was oddly cold down here, and a glance downward would reveal why: someone had stripped Lois naked while she was out. "Great, just great," she groaned. Strapped to other gurneys were the missing women that Lois had been tracking down. Each one was clearly at a different state of pregnancy, one even at her third trimester. But they had only been missing for a month. There was no way they could be so pregnant so quickly.

The sound of stupid canned laughter caught her attention. Lois looked over past the women to see a small lounge in the corner. A wide-screen TV was beaming some kind of puerile sitcom, of which only one person was being entertained by as he watched from a couch. He had no hair or even clothes, but was covered in purple from head to toe. Lois realized there was only one metahuman in Metropolis who would think purple was his color.

"Rudy? Rudy Jones?" Of course, the former S.T.A.R. Labs janitor didn't go by that name, not since the chemical accident that warped and mutated him into a giant power-draining fiend that even Superman had to be wary about fighting, lest his Kryptonian might be stolen and turned against him. "Since when were you smart enough to know how to slip a mickey?"

"It's Parasite," he snapped at Lois as he got up and approached her, giving the reporter a full view of his large purple body and the odd white-blue strips that seemed to be the only thing covering up his dignity. His pinprick white eyes looked down on Lois with contempt, and his mouth was covered by that weird flap of flesh as always, though there was no hiding the arrogant sneer on his face. "And it's not my plan," the inhuman creature replied. "Some egghead said this was an experiment to determine the full extents of my mutation. All I gotta do is **** and knock up whatever ladies he brings to me, and I get paid good money for it."

Lois couldn't help but laugh at this. "So you're getting paid for sex? Well, I guess everybody has to get some one way or another."

"Shaddup!" Parasite growled, letting the flesh-flap over his mouth part a bit to reveal the leech-like maw of teeth hidden behind it. "The guy said I was going to get a new girl tonight, but I didn't think it'd be Ms. Daily Planet herself. You better believe I'm going to enjoy this." He gestured down to his groin, where the strip was melting away and a rather worrisome bulge was beginning to form. Lois's eyes went wide as a large purple penis and balls bounced free from the metahuman's body.

What the hell did she land herself in this time?