Two

Lois laid back, and thought of Superman. She wanted to scream for him, but even he wouldn't hear her—and to be honest, she didn't want him to find her, not like this. Being...grappled, by this thing. Depositing its parasites inside of her. She could feel it in her gut, like a warm ball at the back of her vaginal canal, and the strange material pumped into her anus earlier...Lois was getting filled, but not in any way she could ever have imagined.

She felt the second bulge as a pressure at her pussy lips. It wasn't like when a man came in you. Lois had experienced that before. The slight stiffening of their body that signaled their release, the trickle of heat...most of them, that was all you could feel. Like you had wet yourself, sometimes. Just this fluid inside of you. Most of them, once they spent, that was it. Nothing to do but roll over and clean it out of you.

But that hadn't been what Lois had wanted. When she was young...very young, when her mother was still alive...she had wandered into her parents bedroom. It had taken her years to understand what she had seen, then. To process her father's hairy, muscular ass driving his shaft into her mother's pink slit. Those athletic legs drumming his backside, ankles crossed, pulling him deeper inside her. It had been more of a grinding fuck than anything, a rhythmic pulsing beast locked together at the genitals, with two heads and two hearts and eight limbs...and something had burst then, overflowing from her mother's pussy, though it was locked around that dick, white liquid oozing around the tight seal.

Ten months later, Lois had a baby sister. Lucy.

The bulge slowly traveled down her vaginal canal, stretching it the entire way. Nothing Lois did to squeeze or relax seemed to hasten or stop the process. It wasn't a pumping at all. She might be fucked, but she wasn't getting fucked. This was just a...a deposit. Like being the cup at a sperm bank. There was nothing to do, and Lois hated that, more than anything. The helplessness of it. The inevitability. And the fact that whatever she told herself, whatever threats she made to Luthor...she had done this to herself. Walked into the wrong damn room and here she was, this thing on top of her.

Lois could feel the tears brim in her eyes as she whispered, just to herself... "Superman."