Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Take It On Face

"Mutagenic" rang through Lois Lane's mind. She had seen people who had their metagene activated, who had been transformed in science accidents...and she knew the pain and ugliness that often caused. Fighting her sexual instincts, Lois drew her tongue out of that urethra, shutting her mouth and eyes tight...and just in time.

Something warm and wet struck her in the face, like getting a cup of body temperature pudding shot out at her in a high-pressure stream...and that was only the first shot. Lois clamped tighter, trying not to breathe as rope after rope of super-thick mutagenic jizz glazed her face.

She could feel it in her hair, a heavy layer of it like a warm facemask sitting over her eyelids and cheeks, dripping down into her shirt, soaking through to drench her breasts. Multiple warm shots hit her lips and mouth, and Lois kept her mouth tightly shut, resisting the urge to stick out her tongue...

It's right there. Lois knew. Right on my lips. I only have to open my mouth, stick out my tongue...and I could become a hero. A god. Or a monster...

The reporter struggled, feeling the jizz burst and drip, covering her face. She remembered seeing those women in the bukkake videos, late at night. Covered in sperm. It was a kind of ritual degradation, and the worst part of it was always the way the women smiled, willingly taking part as all those strange men jerked off into their face...and Lois had always wondered, deep in the depths of her mind, what it would feel like. To smell that jizz. To be covered about it.

Now she knew...and it wasn't a sensual experience. It was like every boyfriend she had every let spray on her face or tits, only with a thousand times more spunk. It left her kind of numb, sexual excitement fading slightly as the jizz-shower seemed to falter, the barrage of splooge finally ending.

Unable to hold it any more, Lois breathed out through her nose—feeling the jizz balloon out and pop in little white bubbles, clearing her airways. Tentatively, she sniffed, bringing much needed air into her aching lungs...and was almost overpowered by the ammoniac smell.

Gotta get cleaned up, Lois decided. But someone was way ahead of Lois.