Lana's Place

Lana Lang's apartment was a studio, something bigger than she should have been able to afford in Metropolis, except that it was too close to Suicide Slum and all the traffic that attracted. Lana joked that she had to re-key all the locks herself, and still came home to find that someone had picked their way through three of her deadbolts before they gave up. The ground-level windows had been bricked up, and Lana had reinforced those with rebar and a layer of concrete. Total fire-code violation. Plus...

"I have a gun," Lana admitted. "You grow up on a farm, you learn to handle one. Less-lethal option, though. Beanbag shotgun, not too different from what the cops use. But..."

The reporter took in the apartment. Lana had knocked out every wall that wasn't load-bearing, which increased the sense of space. Bed was near the back wall, bookshelves and a couch and entertainment center in the middle, kitchen by the door. One bathroom with shower at the back. No closets; Lana had clothing racks on wheels, something from a store's going-out-of-business sale.

"Are you sure you want to get pregnant?" Lois asked as Lana locked the door, and set a metal bar braced against it in case someone tried to bust it open.

"Well, if I do, I won't stay here," Lana joked. "Not exactly a nice place to raise a kid. No, I'd have to get a house, out on the outskirts...or maybe even the suburbs. They have little farmlots once you get out of the city, but..."

The redhead began to strip out of her clothes. Lois took the hint and began to disrobe herself. The reporter folded her clothes and stacked them on a chair by the kitchen table. Lana's demonic pussy was bright blue, Lois's cock was still bright red, the screen on the phone still declared:

Number of creampies: 1
Pregnancy Chance 05%

"I guess I've been thinking about kids lately," Lana said. "Biological clock, you know."

"Hard to do it on your own," Lois said as the two women, or woman and dickgirl, now naked, maneuvered toward Lana's bed. "But still...are you sure...?"

"I think...it just clicked," Lana said as she sat down on her bed. She patted the mattress next to her, and Lois slid into place. Two women, except for their unusual genitals. Lana a little taller, a little curvier. Lois didn't exactly feel small next to her, but she was more conscious now of how Lana's hips flared out more...birthing hips. Her breasts a bit bigger, which made Lois self-conscious of how small and flat she was by comparison.

"I don't want to wait around for Mr. Right anymore to swoop me off my feet. If I could get pregnant...and I might be already..." She smiled, and Lois knew that Lana was thinking of those five percentiles. "...and if it was with a friend, someone I knew...could trust..."

Lois sucked in her breath. "So. Is that all you're interested in? A...sperm donor?"

Lana's hand came up to cup the back of the reporter's neck. She leaned in, and their eyes met.

"Maybe we can see where this goes. How we both feel. After we..."