Lex Luthor

A familiar smug grin came into view. Piercing green eyes. And a perfectly smooth, bald head.

"Oh fuck no," Lois said. Her insides clamped suddenly in queasy revulsion.

GOOD MOTHER.

"No no no NO!" Lois Lane's fingernails dug into the chair, thighs suddenly cramping hard. The face on the screen seemed to bore into her own. The full realization of what it meant...the sperm donor's identity...whose baby she was pregnant with...made her ill. A sudden pain hit her behind the eyes, stomach heaving in sudden nausea.

YOU LOVE BEING PREGNANT. YOU WANT TO BE PREGNANT.

"Not by him!" The impregnated reporter shouted at the screen. Pink lights were swirling around her, blanking out her peripheral vision. All she could see in front of her was Lex Luthor's smug face, and the idea that he had put his filthy swimmers inside of her was...was...

YOU LOVE BEING PREGNANT. YOU WANT TO BE PREGNANT.

Bile at the back of her throat, gorge rising. Lois was shaking now, fingers white-knuckle. She swore she could feel the cum oozing deep inside of her pussy. Her heart began to race, and the pain inside her head was growing. The soothing tones and flashing lights of the computer were up against the reality of who had just impregnated Lois, and the reporter was unable to hold both thoughts in her head. Every part of her seemed fit to scream.

YOU WILL BE A GOOD MOTHER.

A sudden needle pin-prick jabbed into the back of the reporter's neck. Within moments, she felt herself begin to relax...physically, at least. Muscles unclenched. Her heartbeat slowed. Throat relaxed, the taste of bile sliding back down her gullet. The headache was still there, but every other part of her was just forcibly shutting down. It wasn't like she was tired, either. Just...limp. Unable to move.

GOOD MOTHERS ACCEPT THEIR SPERM DONOR.

GOOD MOTHERS WANT TO BE PREGNANT.

The words rang around and around in Lois Lane's head. She wasn't tired, but the muscles in her face went slack, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Things moved around her, the chair reconfiguring itself once again, raising Lois up and spreading her legs.

YOU WILL LOVE BEING PREGNANT.

YOU WILL ACCEPT YOUR SPERM DONOR.