Superman

Lois Lane blinked. Hair dark as a night sky, chest the classic triangle shape, broad at the shoulder and narrowing to a thin, flexible waist; eyes as blue as a summer sky, a little red shorts hugged his ass when he flew...but no bulge worth mentioning...and that familiar shield...

"Superman," Lois mumbled. She looked around herself. Typical hospital room, curtains drawn to create privacy. There were IVs in both arms and disappearing down the top of her backless hospital dressing gown. The reporter tried to move and winced, sudden pain filtering through from her extremities. Her arms felt sore...and her breasts...and her cock...

"What...happened?"

"You dehydrated. Started hallucinating. Passed out," Superman stared at Lois without blinking, sweeping his eyes up and down the reporter's body. "You could have died, but they got to you in time, gave you fluids. Your body was reacting well to the process...a little too well...too fast to keep up with the drain..."

"I was cumming," Lois said bluntly. "I grew a cock, and I was ejaculating. It wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop." She blinked, surprised at how hurt her voice sounded.

"I...I'm sorry Lois," Superman sat at the foot of the bed, leaning forward to lay his big hand over the reporter's. "It's my fault. I gave Lex Luthor some Kryptonian technology to...well...help continue the legacy of Krypton. I never dreamed he'd so warp our science."

Superman's palm felt very warm, and Lois wasn't inclined to remove it...but she definitely had questions.

"He...had this idea. Of using Kryptonian DNA and red kryptonite to help people undergoing rapid gender transition without surgery. And at the same time, it could be used to...help us with our Kryptonian problem."

Lois raised an eyebrow. Superman sighed.

"I'm not going to be around forever. I'm the last Kryptonian, outside of the ones in the Phantom Zone or Kandor. The world needs a Superman in the future...and humans, well...there's no guarantee they could survive bringing a baby to term...and it would only be half-Kryptonian anyway."

"What about Supergirl?" Lois asked. Superman looked down, coughed. His cheeks flushed.

"The genderchange technology...part of it was for me." He said. Lois felt a weird pressure in her chest, the world seemed to fall away. Pieces clicked into place, then. The tight uniform, the friendship with Batman, all of it...

"You're gay," she said.

He hung his head.

"All this time, when we were...was I ever your girlfriend?" Lois asked.

The Man of Steel lifted his head. There was pain in his eyes. "Of course, Lois. I love you. I just...I don't feel...sexually attracted. To women."

Lois moved his hand over to the cloth covering her dick.

"But you're attracted to this, right?"

He swallowed. Lois watched him close, the pupils dilating slightly, the bright flush of his ears. Superman was a lot of things, but he wasn't a poker player.

"Yes," he admitted.

Lois Lane licked her lips. "You want me to fuck you?"

Superman blushed. "It wasn't supposed to be like that. We were going to look for a suitable candidate...you stumbled onto the lab...but uh...now that you mention it..."

The hand above Lois' dick curled, gathering the hospital gown into her fist. The Man of Steel reached to his shorts with his free hand. The little red shorts that hugged his ass, but had no bulge to speak of. Her cock really hurt for some reason.

"Luthor says...it might work." His cheeks reddened, those sky-blue eyes staring straight at Lois. "...yes, that is what I'm asking. But first, I think you have to see this."

And he pulled the red shorts down to expose his Kryptonian crotch.