Clark Kent

One of the cocks faded away, leaving only a single throbbing phallus. The scene was like one of the casting couch videos that Lois liked to watch...a nondescript office or lab room, generic wholesale furniture, a hidden camera zoomed in on that tower of manhood...

It was the perfect dick, Lois realized. Well-formed in every way. No scars or piercings, no signs of disease, straight and tall without any bends or kinks. The pubic hair, dense and black, had never been shaved. Uncircumcised too, she noted. Long but not cervix-battering, thick as her wrist at the base but narrowing up top to a dark, rounded tip.

The hands that shuffled along it were big and strong, too, though they could barely wrap themselves around the whole girth. Lois clenched her cunt, wondering what that monster would do to her. What it would feel like. The host was gesticulating up at the screen-within-a-screen like a car salesman as the veins on the cock heightened momentarily, the little slit flared, and a massive load spewed into a little cup.

A pink flash.

CUM.

Lois quivered suddenly, caught in a vaginal spasm as a small orgasm rocked her body. The word had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly, she had barely read it...yet her body had reacted. She bent forward, staring at her doppelganger do the same on the screen.

As the last drops of rich white goo dripped off into the cup—the container that, Lois knew, would go into a vial, into a syringe, plunged into her waiting and willing crotch—the contents delivered safe and secure to her ready womb. The camera panned up, and the reporter forgot for a moment the sudden orgasm. This was it.

The screen-within-a-screen panned up past hard abs, and a triangular chest where the muscles and ribs were clearly visible—like a bodybuilder. Black hair on the chest, not too much, just enough to run your fingers through, like Lois liked. Pink nipples that might never have been kissed sat atop handsome but homegrown pecs, the kind that had never known steroids. Broad shoulders...a strong chin, with a little dimple...recognition flickered in Lois, but she denied it as the camera slid up past perfectly straight, white teeth, a straight nose, and...

No. Lois thought to herself as the black frames and blue eyes of Clark Kent came into view. Her eyes grew wide, hand flying to her stomach. All doubt and denial drained out of her as the reality sank in. She knew. I'm pregnant with Clark's baby.

The camera image hovered on Clark's face. The screen blinked pink.