You're Not Pregnant Yet

Lois Lane blinked.

"What? But I'm..."

"Inseminated. And ovulating. I can see the egg, in your fallopian tube, with my X-ray vision. You will be pregnant, soon, if nothing is done. But you aren't yet."

Lois swallowed. "What should I...I mean, I don't want to..."

The reporter found it difficult to express what she wanted to say. Relief, and disappointment. She still had time, if she wanted to...not terminate, because she wasn't pregnant yet, but to take a pill and just...let the danger pass. Still, the idea filled her with a sense of loss.

His big hands closed over her own. "There's...another option. If you...do want a baby."

He was picking his words carefully. Her violet eyes got wide...but he was staring at her midsection, and even nude as she was, Lois felt absolutely naked before that gaze.

"Yes?"

"My sperm. They're faster, and hardier than human sperm. If I...ejaculated inside of you...they would be guaranteed to out-compete Lex Luthor's sperm. But you'd be guaranteed to be pregnant. Faster than a speeding bullet."

Lois blinked, barely able to breathe. Her heart began to beat faster, her pussy felt damp and warm...

"You want to impregnate me?"

"Lois...I've always wanted to make love to you. From the first time we met." The man who could move continents with his bare hands swallowed and blushed. "I've...thought about it a lot. I should tell you though that I...you would be my first."

The reporter bit her lip. Christmas had just come early.

"Superman...Clark," she took a deep breath. "Take off your clothes and lay on the bed."

Lois stood up. She blinked, and a hurricane seemed to run through her apartment..and he was there, on the bed, naked in all of his glory.

It needed a Michelangelo, a Maplethorpe. The body was sculpted, hard muscle. He had abs, the kind of abs that you only see on actors in films and bodybuilders during competition. The skin was pale, and without scars. A dark scruff of hair decorated the pecs on his chest, and Lois Lane felt herself begin to tingle as she let her gaze fall lower, to take in his cock...

No pubic hair...but there was nothing childlike about his penis. It was circumcised, which Lois found strangely intriguing, and the faint white scars of it were different from any other such scars she had seen. Almost like circuitry embedded beneath the skin. His cock was broad, just a little thinner than her wrist, and on the larger side...maybe seven inches, definite porn star territory...but at least it wasn't a horse cock. Lois Lane had always liked her partners a little bit on the large side, but wasn't a size queen.

The testicles that hung down, however, were huge. They completely hid his taint and asshole, the size of tennis balls, in a taut sack.

"How the heck do you hide those in those little red shorts?" Lois breathed.

"I can draw them up inside my body," Clark said. "And Kryptonians adapted to control the size of our penis, to better attract mates. If you like I can make it smaller..."

The cock seemed to withdraw inside his body, going from seven inches to a stubby four inches.

"...or thinner..."

The dick compressed, until it was skinny as a pencil, the purple tip deflating until it was almost pointed like an arrowhead.

"...or longer..."

The super-prick grew...and grew...Lois felt her mouth drop open as it stopped at twelve inches, a long, thin mosquito-proboscis of a prick, ridiculous on top of those massive testicles.

"...and I can change the shape a bit."

Twelve hard ribs suddenly inflated, one for each inch of the bizarre prick in front of her, and small 'bubbles' emerged in between, like the pearls that Lois knew some men implanted beneath the skin of their cock. The reporter could feel a trickle down her legs, knees suddenly weak, pussy aching.

"What you saw before was my 'default' or 'natural' state." he said, and the cock shrank and swelled, back to the girthy but very human-looking prick before. "I uh, don't get much of a chance to show off that particular superpower. Doesn't exactly help me fight crime."

He gave a very Clark Kent grin.

Great Caesar's ghost, Lois thought. I've hit the jackpot. I'm doomed. That cock is going to ruin me for all time.

The naked Kryptonian took a breath, the innocent blue eyes staring at her nervously.

"So...if there's anything you'd like...that would make you feel any better..."