XXX

Maria held up something that looked like a caulk gun made of medical-grade steel. Only the clear canister it held was labeled 'XXX', and filled with a very familiar grey-white liquid. The Lexcorp logo was visible on the device's handle.

"Easy baby," Maria said as she lubed the tip. "This is gonna be a lot like before. Don't struggle. It's gonna feel good."

With one hand pinning Lois in place across the toilet, Maria had to guide the contraption towards her one handed. Mentally, the reporter was resigned—she had already come this far, and she couldn't overpower the barmaid, not from this position. As the rounded tip pushed gently against her asshole, she also blamed herself—this had happened in part because she had gone too far. Resolve steeled within Lois just then.

"Stop," she said. Her voice echoed that her father used to bark orders. The probe rested against her ass, but didn't push forward. "This is ****. Let me go."

Maria released her wrist. "****, baby? I...I thought you were into this." Her voice sounded small, and a bit broken. "You didn't say anything all this time, and I thought we clicked, you seemed so into it, I mean, fuck, I...I..." Lois turned her head just as big fat tears started to roll down Maria's cheeks, her face a grimacing mask. The first sob made Lois heart drop.

"Oh Goddess, I just...I always fucking fuck it up you know? I'm sorry! I'm sorry." Lois awkwardly flipped herself over as Maria sobbed. Lube dripped from the tip of the device that rested on the barmaid's knee to pool on the tile floor.

"It-it's okay. I...may have overreacted. I just didn't expect all the...enemas and assplay, you know? You didn't really tell me what was going on. I can't consent under those circumstances, okay?" Lois reached out and wiped away some of Maria's tears. The pink-and-purple haired woman's sobs died down a notch at her words.

"What even is this?" She pointed at the XXX canister.

Maria sniffled. "It...it's just a low-**** additive to the cocktails. I thought you might like it, it's like...butt-chugging, y'know? Your colon and lower intestine absorb it, and you get hammered." She sniffed. "I've done it, y'know? By myself. It feels nice. I just wanted you to feel nice." The barmaid sniffled again.

"Look," Lois said, and knew she might regret this tomorrow. "It's okay. It just...took me by surprise and all. I don't always like the rough stuff. But now that we're on the same page, I'd be willing to at least...try it."

Maria stopped mid-sniffle, and looked up at Lois with big round eyes. "Really?" her voice full of hope.

"Sure," Lois said, as she stood up, then bent over to expose her ass and pussy. "Just go slow, okay? And if I say stop, then we stop. Alright?"

Maria nodded, and cradled the caulking gun. She bit her lower lip, and tried to suppress a smile, like a kid that got a toy. Slowly, carefully, she lowered the thing. Lois felt the gently, slimy but firm probe at her ass. It slipped in, perhaps half an inch, then hesitated. Lois looked at Maria, and gave her the thumbs up. She felt the nub slide in maybe another inch, then stop...and began to slide out. Lois watched Maria, who stared back at her as the nozzle began to slide in again. Out, in. Out, in. Lois blushed as she realized what Maria was doing, but she didn't tell her to stop, and gave her a thumbs up.

The barmaid grinned and sped up. A little faster, a little deeper. Not too rough, although it was still a strange sensation. Absently, Lois brought a hand down to her pussy. Rubbed a slow circle around her clit. Then again, faster.

Soon, Maria's strokes were shorter. More and more of the nozzle—which Lois estimated was three inches long—was left in with each stroke. Finally, when the reporter was on edge, Maria asked.

"I'm going to plunge it in, okay?" Lois raised her free hand in a thumbs-up.

The familiar pressure built in her colon...but this time it was warm, and somewhat heavy. She could feel a liquid heat creep through her bowels, and almost lost balance. Lois stopped jilling for a moment to hold onto the walls of the stall and steady herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pressure no longer increased. Yet she could feel the heat spread throughout her lower body. Maria tapped her left ass-cheek, gently, and Lois looked behind her. The red-and-purple haired woman held up a slim black butt plug—a tapered cone of medical-grade silicone was a flared base and a pull-ring.

"To hold it in. Okay?" She asked. Lois nodded. "Okay," she said. Her voice was husky.

The nozzle of the XXX gun slid out, slowly and carefully. Lois felt the plug, which was a bit wider than nozzle, slip in. With the XXX already in her, Lois felt uncomfortably full as she ran her hand over her lower abdomen. It almost felt swollen. She felt Maria's lips plant a playful kiss on her ass.

"You took it like a trooper, hun. You're going to be so buzzed soon!"

Downstairs

Secondary viral load delivered. The computer chirped. Luthor watched the bright swarm flood through Lois lower gastrointestinal tract. Initial infection will be complete in approximately ten minutes.

"Good," Luthor said. He leaned over to the microphone. "Maria. Get her cleaned up and bring her to the White Room. Mercy will take it from there."