Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What does Lois do with the sperm?

Eat It

It was the strangest, most visceral compulsion. Lois Lane stared down at the great wiggling tadpole and...it wasn't even hunger, in any sense that she had ever known it. Just an insistent, instinctive need.

Her teeth tore into the white, squirming flesh of the giant sperm. Bitter saltiness exploded in her mouth, like the strong ammonia-odor of a sharp, sweaty cheese...and beneath that, a kind of savoriness.

Is this what cum tastes like? Lois wondered as she slurped the slurry insides of the giant sperm, which had stopped wriggling. I mean, really tastes like, if you ever had enough of it to taste it properly?

A mental giggle wracked her frame as a strange thought occurred to her: At least I'm getting my daily dose of protein.

Beneath the surprisingly thin rubbery skin was a liquid center with the consistency of a yolk of a poached egg. Lois consumed it almost without thought, teeth tearing through the skin in three or four bites, swallowing as the hot bitter chunks slid down into her stomach...and for a moment she was sad the tail was gone, because that meant she couldn't slurp it down like an extra-long strand of spaghetti.

Mere moments after she was done, Lois was smacking her lips, oddly satisfied...and then released what she had done.

"Great Caesar's ghost," she said, suddenly dizzy. One hand went out to catch kitchen counter, the petite reporter leaning one curvy hip against the drawer. "What came over me? Why did I do that? And why..."

She licked her lips. Her whole mouth had begun to tingle, and her lips felt puffy and swollen.

"...why do I want to do it again?"