Acquiesce

"Okay," Lois said. "How do you want me?"

"Right here," Angelica said, drawing Lois back down onto her dick.

For a moment, Lois Lane had thought about arguing. But that would be out of character. "Joanne" was a prostitute, in it for the money. The prospect of getting paid six figures to get pregnant would be irresistible to her. She would smile and nod and spread her legs and gladly get fucked until not a drop remained in her employer's balls.

And then, the reporter thought. I can find the other women, get their stories, and...go from there.

The pregnancy itself was not an issue that immediately concerned Lois. There were options, if she choose not to continue with it...and there were options if she did. The courts were very much in favor of surrogates retaining custody of children, regardless of standing contracts. A part of Lois felt oddly calm thinking about getting pregnant, carrying it to term...keeping the child. An hour ago, she would have reacted violently to the idea.

So what changed? Lois asked herself as she settled back down on that cock, surrendered herself to the dickgirl's roving hands as Blaze cupped and squeezed her breasts through the silly costume. Was it just playing the whore? Or did Angelica's talk of impregnation and surrogacy just...excite me? No, that wasn't it. It was...the agreement.

The reporter blinked, feeling her pussy start to heat up again as the cock slid in and out. She was getting wetter, the friction easing as her pussy lubricated the cock. Her whole body was starting to heat up, faster than before. A weird eagerness gave strength to her limbs as she bounced up and down on Angelica's cock, the dickgirl's hands on her hips guiding her.

It's like I sold something of myself, Lois realized. Like I closed off some possibilities in my mind, and opened others. I mean, I can...think about not getting pregnant. Of just climbing off this cock and leaving. But I don't think I could actually do it.

She did not suppress a little moan as her ass smacked hard down into Blaze's lap and began to grind for a moment, hips twisting in small circles before she began to bounce again.

I don't think I want to. Isn't that unnatural?

Speaking of unnatural, Lois was amazed at how hard the "woman" was—was she on viagra? Did Blaze have a refractory period? For that matter, Lois had never known a transsexual that was so...active. And true hermaphrodites didn't normally exist in humans. Metahumans, however...

She's not human, Lois realized as she heard the dickgirl grunt softly behind her. The reporter's pelvic floor muscles instinctively clutched tight to try and hold the jizz inside of her pussy, as though she could will her body to get pregnant. She's done something to me. Somehow agreeing to be her surrogate has made me...compliant. I can't NOT get pregnant!