Use A Dating App

"Can't believe this is happening to me," Lois said. Deep in her heart, she had kind of hoped that one day she and Superman...but that was a fantasy. She might as well hope to marry a prince. No, if she was going to get knocked up tonight, Lois Lane needed to get with the twenty-first century.

She got out of the tub, letting it drain away. Toweled off and began the careful ritual of preparation for a date. The safety razor ran over her legs, bare stubble giving way to smooth skin. Her bush, what little there was of it, was next. Lois rinsed her hair in the sink and brushed it, applied makeup and perfume...just a little.

Then she fired up her smartphone.

Most of the dating apps were useless. Tinder would be a mess of mouth-breathers and virgins, OKCupid was full of married men who wanted a finger in their ass while you blew them. With a sigh, Lois downloaded and installed the only app for a woman in a situation like hers.

Breedr.

Designed by and for women who wanted to be taken raw and unprotected. Lois had learned about it from the women doing the lifestyle sections of the Daily Planet, but never thought she would ever have recourse to it herself...yet, here she was.

She opened a new account, taking a careful nude bathroom selfie, not bothering to cover up her fresh-shaved pussy, but making sure her eyes were hidden. In the back of her head, she could feel the demon Blaze sitting in the back of her head, watching through her eyes, a sense of curiosity bleeding through. Lois hesitated as she considered her user name for the profile...then sighed and settled on LBare.

Not very creative, Blaze noted. But it does get the point across.

Just like that, "LBare" was in the app, and it started showing her the fellow Breedrs nearby.

First guy had a picture of his stubby dick and balls, overshadowed by his gut. Swipe left.

Second guy had zits, a mullet, and a Hitler mustache. Swipe left.

Third guy was wearing some sort of costume, his broad muscular chest marked with the s-like squiggle of a giant sperm. Lois hesitated.

You are being very picky, Lois, Blaze said. Swipe right. Who knows, you might hit it off.

The reporter sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, the demon was right. If she wanted to get impregnated tonight, she needed to swipe right on at least one of these.

"Alright, 'S-man'," Lois said as she swiped right. "Now let's see who else is on here."

Lois Lane began moving through the available Breedrs in Metropolis. Swipe swipe swipe swipe...and then her phone binged. Someone had swiped right on her. With a flutter in her belly, "LBare" prepared to see whom she had made a connection with.