Futazilla: Tokyo Impregnation

"How the hell did you do this?" Pamela Isley said, green eyes wide.

In two hours, a small army of modelers had built a free-standing model of a city in the set. Mercy Graves had slipped into the role of producer, directing the placement of lights and the massive greenscreen, marking the floor with cues for camerapeople and grips with boom microphones mounted on long poles. The speed with which Lois Lane's pornographic debut was coming together was startling, evidence of money in action.

Isley had held the would-be pornstar's hand during the subsequent bath, enema, and medication; mostly to keep the bimbofied reporter from touching herself or others as the viagra kicked in, and to make sure she wasn't coming out of her bimbo state anytime soon. Now a small staff of cosmeticians were attaching the dickgirl's tail and scales. A row of foam spines ran down the reporter's back, with soft latex claws for forearms and lower legs, but her pussy and cock were left bare, as were her thighs and upper arms.

"Rawr," Lois said, clawing at the air and shaking her tits. The idea of being a slutasaurus had sunk into the dimwitted brain, at least.

Lex Luthor smiled. "The gig economy. LexCorp apps keep track of nearby personnel; sudden contracts at promising rates for those who can drop everything. The city set is a 3D print-out, a simple matter for LexCorp printers, easily assembled with augmented reality glasses. Digital cameras are relatively cheap and abundant. I already have the media department working on the website and cover art for the DVD and BluRay. By this time tomorrow, Lois Lane is going to be on her way to being the most widely-seen pornstar on the planet."

"What about the script?" Isley asked.

"Writers," Lex shook his head. "Cannot be trusted. We'll do this gonzo. Futazilla enters the city and goes on a sexual rampage, fucking everything in sight. We'll get it all on camera, add in the planes and tanks during post-production."

The redheaded scientist rolled her eyes. "Okay. But who is she going to fuck?"

Lex grinned wickedly. "I'm glad you asked that, Pamela."