End: Lois Lane Is Brainwashed By Boobs

The breasts encompassed all of Lois Lane's vision. They were speaking to her.

"Can you hear me, Lois?" They said, with a woman's voice, almost a purr.

"Yes," she said. Her cock was achingly rigid between her legs now.

In her normal life, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would never have considered herself attracted to women's breasts. But seeing as puberty had left her with what were normally B-cups, she always felt that little twinge of jealousy when she saw photos of Wonder Woman or Power Girl in the paper, the cameramen trying desperately to shoot straight down their cleavage, alert for any hint of nipple.

And at home, at night...when she drank and browsed the internet in her underwear, one hand stuffed in her panties, Lois knew that the women she most liked to see getting their cunts stuffed were big-titted sluts. Fat, happy mammaries that jiggled and jostled as their boxes were pounded, hanging down and swinging when they were taken from behind.

Now...now the breasts were speaking again.

They moved closer, filling the reporter's lap, the soft heavy pillows surprisingly hot as they wrapped around her cock, the light almost blinding now.

There was only one thing she could see, golden letters hanging on a chain down above that impossible cleavage. Letters that spelled out CROATOAN. Instinctively, the dickgirl's hips moved forward. It was like trying to sit up and then being **** down by the weight of the mammoth mammaries. The tits began to jiggle, softly but definitely, as Lois began to fuck them.

"Repeat after me." The voice purred. "When I see the word CROATOAN, I want to fuck and cum."

Lois, unable to blink, repeated. "When I see the word CROATOAN, I want to fuck and cum."

Slowly, carefully, pressure building inside of her crotch with each thrust, Lois repeated the words that the breast spoke to her.

"My cock will get hard."

"I will fuck whatever woman I can see."

"I will do what it takes to get at her pussy."

"I will fuck her pussy."

"I will cum in her pussy."

"I will not remember what I did before I saw the word CROATOAN."

"I will not remember cumming in her pussy."

"I will not remember fucking her pussy."

"I will not remember seeing the word CROATOAN."

"I will not remember being told to do this."

"I will not remember being here."

"I was never here."

"I have always had a dick."

Every word seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the reporter's brain, making it more true. She could remember now always having a dick. It wasn't something she ever talked or thought about, but why would she? Nobody's business.

"Lois. What do you do when you see the word CROATOAN?" the boobs asked finally.

White hot cum spurted from the tip of Lois Lane's dick, lost in the folds of the humongous boob-flesh. Her hips lifted as high as she could, blowing her load into that vast warm trench. It was like fucking a giant, and just the thought of it made Lois ache inside, the jizz traveling up her cock and exploding out the tip, her load lost between those impossible tits.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Fuck and cum."

"That's right, Lois. That's good. Now sleep...and when you awake...you will have forgotten that you were ever here." The voice said. "You will bury these memories deep down inside of you, where you know them to be true. You were never here. You always had a dick. You will not remember what you do when you see the word."

"Yes," Lois told the boobs, as her eyesight dimmed, tunneling down to focus on that cleavage. A fine sticky line of white goo was visible there, and her last thought before darkness took her was: Did I do that?

"An exemplary performance," Lex Luthor said, cracking open the bottle of champagne.

"All thanks to you, Lexy," Mighty Endowed accepted a glass of the pale, bubbly wine with a smile. "Thanks to your exoskeleton, I'm mobile...and I've been able to expand my powers like never before."

"Indeed," Lex sipped his own glass of champagne. "Which is why, with this successful conversion, I think the time has come to step up our operations."

The catgirl raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Miss Lane has contacts in the superhero community," Lex said. "With her assistance, we should be able to isolate and...program...superheroines to our cause."

He smiled at the thought. Batgirl, Batwoman, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Stargirl, Starfire...the world was full of superwomen...and Lex Luthor knew what few others did, that there were worlds beyond...parallel universes with their own superheroes and villains. Lois Lane was the key to all of it.

What had begun as a night out for Lois Lane would become the first step in his master plan...

The dark duo's grim laughter echoed far into the night.