...A Cock

No sooner than the reporter had voiced her wish, there was a heavy clunking from the plumbing behind the wall. The laugh died on her lips, the moment lost as the faucet buried in her pussy sputtered and stopped. Lois stared at the metal pipe and sighed.

"This is going to take a lot of cleaning before I can even think of calling a plumber." She chuckled ruefully, and eased herself back down into the cooling splooge, which she was shocked to find was nearly a foot deep. "You could knock up half of Metropolis with this."

Ruefully, Lois stared at the faucet. She hadn't finished. But the idea of humping a bare metal spigot didn't have much appeal. The cum-soaked reporter closed her eyes. Her fingers slid down, through the sticky seed, and brushed her clit. Too bad, she was in the moment...

The clunking sound came from behind the wall again. Her eyes flew open, a flash of annoyance in the violet orbs.

"This is getting annoy...ing..." Lois stopped and stared.

The faucet was no longer a faucet. It was still pale, chromed steel, sure, and the last few inches were sticky and splattered with cum, but instead of a metal pipe, it was...a dick. Hard and erect, jutting straight out from the wall, with none of the droop from before. Lois moved forward in the tub, starting little waves through the semen-pool she had been laying in, to examine it more closely.

In every particular, the chrome cock looked like a perfect replica of a real dick...she could make out the ridges of veins, the soft sculpted roundness of the helmet with its flared crown...and it sank directly into the back of the tub as though it was fused with it, no seam visible between the two at all.

"This is going to be harder to explain to the plumber." Lois whispered, staring at the open urethra...which appeared to be simply a hole, dark and small, right where it should be. Gently, she reached up her hand to touch it, the pinky of her right hand pressing against that opening...but it was solid, hard as steel, but warm as the pipe had been when all the jizz was pouring out of it. The reporter lifted her finger away, and saw a little fingerprint left there in the chrome.

This whole night has been impossible. Lois said to herself. I'm sitting in a tub, up to my knees in cum. So the spigot's turned into a cock...that's not so bad, right? It's what I wished for...

Lois bit her lip. Logically, I should get out of the tub, clean up, try to figure out what is going on. On the other hand... The reporter clenched her vaginal muscles, as though trying to scratch an itch deep inside.

...I really want to finish.