To Willing Wombs

The dickgirl reporter's first ejaculation sped through a tube. Sensors measured, estimating volume, sperm density and health. Tiny samples were siphoned off for further analysis, but the bulk of it was sped along through the floor, in carefully heated tubes to maintain maximum mobility. Down below to where Lex Luthor's other test subjects lay.

Four of them lay with their hips raised and feet in stirrups on gynecologist chairs, small tubes running down between their legs. They fidgeted, uncomfortable. **** had dilated their cervices, had let the tubes slip straight into their universe. A regimen of pharmaceuticals had ensured their ovulation. Lex Luthor looked on as the white treasure descended from the ceiling toward the four willing wombs.

"Do you think Lois Lane has any idea she's impregnating four women right now?" Mercy Graves said as she watched the procedure.

"Or that the only way to stabilize the male-to-female gender transition is to impregnate the subject?" Lex Luthor said, the lines standing out on his face, tired after all the legal wrangling of the night. They had come very close to losing the fertility window he had so carefully established, and he had caved in to the demands of Lois Lane's lawyer rather than risk his project. "No. She didn't ask, and more importantly, the contract included a stipulation for sperm donation. We can do whatever we want with it."

The women watched as the white line of jizz flowed down...and then something strange happened. As it reached their uteri, the women began to moan and shift in their stirrups. Bodies suddenly flush, nipples hard, hips bucking. Lex Luthor and his bodyguard watched in fascination as the four women writhed in apparent ecstasy from their insemination.

"Fascinating," he said. "They shouldn't be stimulated at all...I wonder if the genetic stabilization sets off some kind of neural cascade effect, triggering a climax. We'll have to have equipment in place to monitor the effect, next time."

"What about Lane?" Mercy said. "Now that she's finished with her first session upstairs, I mean."

Lex Luthor's lips drew into a grim line. "We follow the contract."