Symbiote Gestation Mode

At the root, the black cock-shaped thing detached itself from Lana Lang's tongue. It slithered and wiggled through the slack entrance of Lois Lane's cervix and curled up inside of her uterus as the toxins wore off and the entrance to the reporter's womb closed.

Lana coughed, spitting black goo onto the bathroom floor as Lois lay there in a daze.

"Lois," the redhead half-growled, her voice gravelly and ruined. She reached out to shake the reporter's shoulders. Slowly, a goofy grin on her face, Lois raised her head. The reporter reached out and wrapped her hand around Lana's neck, drawing the redhead into a deep kiss. Even in her agitation, Lana relaxed into the reporter's grip as their tongues twined, a salty, coppery taste shared between them. It was a long minute before they broke the kiss.

"Great Caesar's ghost, that was...incredible. Lana, baby, you can eat me out any time..."

Lana shook her again, harder this time.

"Lois, listen to me! The tongue, it..." She took a deep breath. "I think it's still in your...your vagina."

The reporter shook her head. As the orgasmic euphoria was fading, she was aware of a strange, unfamiliar pain and fullness inside of her—like a particularly bad period. Lana looked around and found the smartphone, the DMN app still open...

"Oh...ech-ee-double-hockey-sticks," Lana said as she stared at the screen.

You can take the girl out of Kansas, Lois thought as she levered herself up, and looked around for clothes.

"Lois, you need to see this," the redhead said as she handed Lois the phone.

"What, you want to use the app again?" Lois said with a smile. "I wouldn't mind being the one with the cock this time..."

Lois Lane's smiled died as Lana shoved the phone an inch away from her face. The reporter stared at the screen. Blinked. Chewed her lip.

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There was an outline of a woman in red, something black curled up and growing inside of her womb. There were no other buttons; the screen appeared to be locked. The clock was ticking down.

"Well, shit." Lois said, staring down at her sore midsection. "That's not good."

"So...what are we going to do?" Lana said. "I mean, we need to go to a doctor, or S.T.A.R. Labs, or...something."