Epilogue: The Newest Sexually Frustrated Heroine in Metropolis

Superwoman's knuckles cracked against Lady Lobo's jaw, sending the feminized Czarnian crashing toward the bay...where Mera and Aquaman awaited with a contingent of dolphins. The Queen of the Seas caught the alien in a gigantic watery fist, long enough for the aquatic mammals to squeak and chirp at the alien in their own language...and Metropolis' newest heroine smiled with relief as the giant watery fist released Lobo, then formed into a giant thumb's up.

Another crisis averted...

The superheroine scanned the skies quickly to make sure no satellites were watching, then settled gently onto the roof of her building. If anyone had been watching with x-ray vision, they would have seen Superwoman step through the door on the roof...and with a blur of superspeed, it was Lois Lane, star reporter of the Daily Planet who stepped out, headed to her own apartment.

It had been a month since she had assumed the mantle of Superwoman. Many of her contacts in the superhero community had been very supportive, helping her out by way of costume and communicators, tips for protecting her secret identity, stakeouts and bathroom breaks, legal liabilities...and more than a few times she had run into Superman, who somehow didn't recognize her with a simple domino-mask on.

The thought of Superman made the reporter's pussy throb. She had really hoped that with her new powers she and he could finally...get together. But instead, he was treating her very frustratingly as a polite and professional equal. Lois wondered if Wonder Woman suffered through this, but hadn't had the courage to ask her yet. Maybe next week, at the poker game...

To make it worse, Superwoman was quickly gaining her own rogues' gallery. The Czarnian was just the latest threat to the safety of Metropolis, and Lois thought she knew why...

Safely in her own apartment, Lois shed her clothes and ran a hand against the smooth base of the phallic gem she had stolen from Blaze. For the first few weeks, it had been a struggle to wear the thing up her keister for even an hour, but without having it in direct bodily contact she'd found her super-abilities would quickly start to fade.

So Lois had taken to wearing it for longer and longer periods, and as she did so both she and the gem...changed. It had become smoother, more phallic, almost as though it was shaped just for her bumhole, slipping in easily with a swathe of lube and staying put all day, not even showing when she wore her specially padded costume.

The new Superwoman's ass too had become much more accepting. For the past three nights, Lois had even slept with it inside of her, after reading how some pornstars did that to relax and acclimate themselves to large toys. Most of them were trying to deliberately film gape and prolapse porn, which Lois wasn't and yet...

In the bathroom, Lois carefully removed and washed her "power object." It still looked like a lump of great orange amber, suggestively phallic. Now the base was flat and curved gently into the half, with no rough edges, and it had the curve like a banana. Grabbing the enema hose, the heroine began the now-familiar ritual of rinsing herself out.

It wasn't so bad, once you got used to it. The hose was a shower attachment which slipped in easily to her gaping asshole. Warm water filled her colon slowly and gently, and Lois had gotten to enjoy the slight distension of her lower belly, the feeling of fullness before she turned it off and squatted on the toilet to void. She'd read that regular enemas could be unhealthy, but as long as she drank enough electrolytes to keep her fluids balanced, her superpowers seemed to take care of the rest.

Once clean turned her back to the mirror, spread her cheeks with her hands, and twisted to see how it looked.

Lois had put on more muscle and lost a bit of fat in the last month. Her butt, which was once rather skinny, had become rounder and more muscular. No droop at all, just a prominent bubble that should have spoken of daily squats at the gym. Her anus, smack between the cheeks, was a pink star...experimentally, she flexed it, not surprised to see the superhuman muscles easily open and close.

She backed against the counter, the edge pressing into her pussy.

Fuck, I need to get laid! Lois closed her eyes, thinking about Superman taking her into his arms, his cock slipping into her pussy, the hard length of her phallic ass-gem pressing against her from the other side.

Almost without thought, she slid one hand down the crack of her ass. Still slick with lube from the enema, it swallowed three fingers without struggle, her fingers wiggling into her depths.

"Superman..." she moaned, other hand grabbing her power object. "I wish you'd fuck my slutty hole!"

Lois pulled on her asshole, causing it to gape wide as she slid the phallic gem back insider her depths, three fingers inside her ass at the same time. There had been a time, only a little while ago, that the woman knew she wouldn't have been able to do that. Nowadays though, she had been feeling a desire to push her limits...

The heroine's assplay was interrupted when her super-hearing picked up the wail of a police siren, the sound of explosions...something was happening in the direction of Metropolis Park. With a sigh, Lois slid the fingers out of her ass, her power object warm and pulsing inside of her.

"This looks like a job for Superwoman!" she said. In a burst of super-speed she was again in her costume, out into the air...ass and pussy aching with frustrated need.