She Has Fun Some Fun, Of Course

"Yes, yes, yes! Keep going, right th-there - AH! I'm going to cum, going to cum!!!"

Lois Lane - hover five feet above the ground - grabbed a handful of black hair, clenched her muscular thighs together and orgasmed, moaning and yelling loud enough to wake the dead. She floated gently in the air, panting heavily and covered in a slick sheen of sweat, having taken advantage of her new Kryptonian stamina to fuck for hours on end. She had never experience sex with another woman before, but she certainly could say she enjoyed it. Especially when her partner was...

She looked down, the raven-haired Kryptonian beauty kneeling on the bed, similarly sweaty and bedraggled from the marathon love-making, but smiling submissively at Lois, eagerly awaiting further orders. The woman. The woman who was once Clark Kent, Superman. The woman who was her husband. The woman Lois somehow created and enslaved to her whims.

Taking a breath, and with the wild lust finally receding from the her body, Lois floated back down, settling on the bed next to the woman. Lois was surprised by how much control she had over her new body and powers, able to ascend and descend with ease, knowing how much power to apply and when. It was if she were born with them, and had a lifetime of experience with them.

Like Clark had.

The woman sidled up to Lois, still looking at her with silent expectation. For commands and orders. One of the last things Lois had said to Clark was "Do what I say. Do what I want," and the woman held those words to heart.

Finally, after a long, long pause, Lois said, "Can I ask you something?"

"You may ask me anything, Lois." The woman replied, smiling at Lois. "I am yours. I will do whatever you want."

"Yes, but... who are you?" Lois was less afraid of everything that had happened. Turning Clark into a beautiful woman, stealing their powers, enslaving their mind. But her mind still craved answers and realizations.

"I am whoever or whatever you want me to be." The woman said, earning a sharp frown from Lois. Understanding her disappointment, the woman then said, "I still remember being Clark Kent and Superman. Kal-El of Krypton. I can still try to be them, if you'd like. Or I can be anyone else you want me to. Every time I see you, every time I think of you, my mind is overtaken by a bright light, and the words repeat over and over again. 'Do what she says. Do what she want'." The woman kissed Lois. Gently, like a lover. Like Clark used to. "And I love that. I love that I am yours. So, tell me Lois, what do you want?"

This gave Lois pause. What did she want? A life with Clark? Well, she could have that, just with some anatomical differences. Fame and prestige as a reporter? To do good for the world with her job? But, a niggling though appeared, as it had since the incident, since she created this subservient, loving woman from her husband. Clark had coddled her. Not just after the incident with Quinn, constantly. He couldn't help it, she knew, it was his nature to help and nurture and protect. But it was also frustrating and smothering, whether she understood or not.

And now, she had power. Real, tangible power. Everything a full-blooded Kryptonian had, plus whatever mutations that gas had give her. What else could she do? Hell, what would happen if she stole more powers? She could become the most powerful being on Earth. The galaxy. The universe...

Lois looked back at the woman, who remained patiently smiling, awaiting an answer. "What if I told you to become a villain? Massacring civilians and making a mockery of the memory of who you were? To be a monster, a hedonist, a tyrant, a ****? How would you feel about that?"

"I would be perfectly fine with that Lois." The woman replied. "Is that what you want me to do?"

It was as if a dam broke. As if certain neurons fired in the right way, making the perfect connections. It all became clear to Lois as to what she wanted. What she needed.

Lois embraced the woman, their massive busts squashing against each other. "No, dear. I don't want that." Lois brushed aside a lock of thick, dark hair, kissing her devoted **** - god that felt good to finally say and realize. "I have bigger plans for you. You'll be my partner and shield, my herald, my first and my fist. And together, I'll have the power I never realized I wanted.

"Now, clean up, dear. It's time for us to go."