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Lois Lane needed help. Her whole body felt...jiggly. Like she was a gigantic condom filled with sperm, threatening to burst apart at any moment. In desperation, she turned to the only person she could trust...and found and activated the ultrasonic transmitter that Superman had once given her.

Suddenly cold, Lois found her robe and slipped it on...and then almost immediately slipped it off. She could feel her body soaking into the cotton fibers. Instead the naked reporter opened the door to the closet and dug out a raincoat. It wasn't much, but the plastic at least wouldn't soak up her now mostly-liquid body, and it covered her nudity.

The reporter sat quietly at the table, in her raincoat. Afraid to move. She could feel the gentle pulse of the air conditioning on her skin, and a part of her knew that if she ceased concentrating for even a moment, even that would be enough to make it ripple like the surface of a pond. The reporter shivered...not from cold, but just from the terrible knowledge of what her body had become.

What am I going to do if Superman can't find a way to turn me back? Lois thought. Hunger began to gnaw at her...but it wasn't focused on her stomach. Her whole body was craving something, and had been ever since she had touched that robe.

Of course, I lost mass, Lois thought. My body must want something to replace it. But can I actually eat anything? I don't think I have an actual solid digestion system anymore...

A knock on the balcony caught her attention. She looked up and Superman was there, waving. Lois staggered to her feet on wobbly legs, smiling, **** to see him...and then looked at the very absorbent carpet on the bedroom floor, separating the kitchen from the balcony. Not wanting to tread it on her bare feet, Lois waved Superman in. He looked confused, but opened the unlocked balcony and strode across the carpet.

"Superman!" she said. "I'm so glad you're here, I..."

Her nose twitched. The reporter's face dropped down to Superman's crotch. The hunger sharpened, but beyond that...she could feel it, like a part of herself, like when her fingers had been lopped off moments ago. There but, apart from her. Warm...rich...

His sperm, Lois thought, licking her lips by habit. I can feel his sperm. Almost as if I could just...reach out and take it...

"Lois?" Superman said. "Are you okay? You look pale..."