End: Exactly What She Feared

Fun over, Lois and Maria made their way back to the club. The reporter had what she needed for the story...and maybe a little extra. Maria had to go back to work, shifting into bartender mode almost automatically; Lois gave her the number of a burner phone and kissed her goodnight. Just a bit of a tongue. She could feel the little puncture on her stomach throb and itch.

Out in the cool air of Metropolis, Lois decided not to bother with a cab. It was a nice night out. She could use the walk. It would give her time to think.

In the night, when the city didn't sleep. Cars drove by, people about their business. Jizz seeped down Lois Lane's legs in her tight pants. She reflected on the events of the night...Maria, the strange laboratory, the transformed women, that encounter with the cold cum in the refrigerator, the bit with the needle that Maria had claimed were fertility ****...it all seemed fantastic. Certainly most of that wouldn't make it into her article. Oh, the hidden lab and the missing women, of course. She'd have to go to the police about that...

...her hand came to rest on the little bottle in pocket. She could feel the label on it.

Was it really gonadotropin? She wondered. Some superdrug smuggled out of China derived from a pregnancy-powered superhero? It just seems...so fantastic.

But then Lois Lane lived in a world of the fantastic and marvelous. She looked up, half expecting to see Wonder Woman's invisible jet limned against the moon, the bright blue-and-red dash of Superman off to stop some villainous plot, an alien ship descend to disgorge hordes of invaders, a glowing portal to be rent in the air to some far strange place.

None of that happened. Yet all of that had happened before, and would again. The world was strange, and Lois Lane's night out, as weird and wonderful as it had been, was not even the strangest thing she had seen and written about in her life as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

She rolled the bottle around in her pocket as the doorman let her into her apartment building. Felt the tensions build inside her on the ride up in the elevator. Curiosity ate at her, as it always did. She wanted, needed to know. Dreaded to find out. The cum had leaked out of the bottom of her pants, a little sticky line sliding under her heel.

In her apartment, the smell of the night still on her, on her clothes. Lois could stand it no more. She turned on the light and took out the bottle.

"Gonadotropin-X," she read. "No more than 1cc diluted in 10cc sterile water or saline infusion. Do not give to women who are already pregnant, do not apply directly to ovaries..."

A little shiver went through her. She raised up her shirt to stare at her flat stomach. Did it look a little bloated? There was a dark red ring around the puncture mark, and Lois resisted the urge to scratch at it.

"Looks like I might have gotten more than I bargained for," she said. Of course, if the stuff worked, there might be another story to be written about that...what it was, where it came from. Lois smiled and let her shirt drop.

What would be, would be. One adventure was over...and another was just starting.