Tuck It Back In

Hanging where Lois' vagina should be was penis. Not extravagant in size, just a flaccid length of skin, the depression in the loose foreskin revealing a bright pink tip with a little urethral slit. She reached down and grabbed the foreskin between thumb and forefinger, wincing as she could feel her fingers through the skin. She lifted her new cock aside and bent as low as she could to survey the situation.

Her pussy was still there, lips puffy and wet. The penis was hanging off of her like an extra-long, extra-thick clitoris. It was most definitely attached, as a solid tug that made Rat wince confirmed. Her mons felt sensitive and over-full too...Lois laid her other hand on the skin just above her genitals, and swore she could feel two round, squishy objects there, like hard-boiled eggs. She didn't want to think about what those must be.

"So, uh..." Rat coughed. "I didn't know, y'know? That you were trans. You had that tucked away pretty well."

"I'm not trans." Lois' tone was room temperature outside the Fortress of Solitude. "I don't know what's happening, but I'll deal with it later. For now..." the reporter hesitated as she surveyed her options. "You may have just given me an idea."

Carefully, Lois dropped into a kind of squat, reaching back and up between her legs to spread the lips of her pussy. With the other hand, she gently bent the still-soft dick forward and down and up...

Rat's jaw dropped as he watched the show. "What are you doing?"

"I can't just run around with this thing, so I'm tucking it away." Lois breathed hard as she maneuvered the tip of the soft dick into the entrance of her vagina. It had enough length—about four or five inches—but it was still tricky; the little squishy tube didn't really want to go in there, she had to prod it in with a stiff finger, and the added attention to her already over-stimulated hole was making Lois a bit hot and bothered. Still, she could feed it in, a millimeter at a time.

It was weird, to feel herself being filled up, slowly, and at the same time to feel her pussy squeezing and surrounding her new appendage. Conflicting feelings shot through Lois' brain and other parts of her, as her vagina dampened noticeably.

The fact that Rat was slowly stroking himself in front of her wasn't helping.

"What," Lois' voice sent a chill down the goth's spine, "are you doing?"

"It's, uh..." his mouth flapped aimlessly, eyes still glued on her vagina. "It's hot."

Lois flushed at the compliment. Worse she felt...something...happen inside of her. The sensation of being filled was suddenly much more prevalent, the constriction tighter... The reporter looked down and noticed that her cock, now buried as far into the hole it had come out of as she could stuff it, was now looking visibly swollen.

"Oh no," Lois ignored the sound of Rat's renewed fapping. "I'm getting an erection."