She Wants To Be Born

Lois stared vacantly at the jewel above her, as invisible hands held her in place and something—someone drove their arm into her gaping sex.

In the control room, Mercy turned to Luthor. "Is that...possible?"

Instead of answering immediately, the genius stared at the screens, adjusting the instruments. Hidden sensors in the wall focused on Lois Lane's nude, prostrate figure, millimeter-wave radar penetrating the skin, thermal sensors tracking the flow of blood throughout her body...and he watched as things inside of her abdomen were changing. He raised an eyebrow.

"It is conceivable...so far, it appears that this specimen of kryptonite allows contact with the inhabitants of another dimension. So far, we've witnessed the equivalent of telekinesis, but the manipulations we're observing now are much finer...psychic surgery, for lack of a better term."

He made a steeple of his fingers in front of his face.

"I believe they are trying to cross over to our dimension...through Miss Lane."

Mercy blinked. "Like...a portal?"

Lex shook his head. "No. The changes are to the uterus, Fallopian tubes, vaginal canal...ovaries." He raised his eyebrow. "The configuration is approaching hypothetical Kryptonian anatomical models. I believe they are trying to physically incarnate using the resources available."

"English, Mr. Luthor." Mercy sighed.

"They're trying to impregnate her."

Mercy gasped. "How do we stop it?"

Lex smiled. "Stop it? And waste this fantastic opportunity?"

On the floor, Lois shook, but the invisible hands held her fast. She could see the dimples of their fingers and hands, pressing painfully into her flesh. Staring down the length of her body, she shivered at the way her pussy lips were spread wide enough that they touched her thighs...but more concerning was the strange undulating movements in her abdomen.

This should hurt. Lois thought. I mean, it does hurt. I feels like I've got an elephant's trunk stuffed up my cooch. But shouldn't there be more pain? It feels like she's re-arranging my insides.

"Lois, are you in distress?" Lex's voice burst through the speakers.

The reporter's head swiveled to stare at the screen, rage overcoming her for a moment. "What the hell do you think, Lex? The invisible woman is playing tic-tac-toe on my womb!"

"I need you to relax Lois. Like you did before. Let your conscious self go...tune in to their thoughts...tell me what they're saying...what they're planning..."

There was something different about Luthor's voice. Something underneath his words, a kind of buzzing drone that made Lois tired just listening to him...it was getting so hard to think...but the less she thought...the more the other thoughts came into her head...