End: An Irresistible Craving For Her Own Cum

Lois Lane awoke like a cat. All at once, no slow slide toward awareness, just suddenly present and in the moment, all senses go, but showing no outward sign. She felt the warmth of her own bed, but the coolness on her naked body as though she had kicked off the sheets again.

There was something else though. A wet stickiness on her stomach. An unfamiliar throb.

The reporter opened her eyes. Her apartment was dark, the curtains drawn on the balcony window to shoot out the moonlight and the city's glare—yet enough leaked through that she could see the fat worm that lay sated and happy on her belly, with a white puddle that oozed down the flat plane of her stomach toward her navel. Lois Lane frowned as she smelled that familiar odor, a bit like bleach.

A nocturnal emission.

Two fingers went to her stomach to scrape the cooling jizz off of her stomach. Instinctively, she brought it toward her lips. Sticky. Thick. Salty and bitter. Her tongue scraped it off her fingers, which then dipped down for more.

It felt a little nasty. Lois Lane wouldn't pick her nose and eat the booger. Yet to her mind, in the dark, it was no more than that. Her harmless nasty little habit. After all, she didn't want it to go to waste...

Several miles away, Lex Luthor watched the dickgirl reporter suck the sperm off her fingertips. The spy camera was limited, but there were no signs of distress. He watched as her left hand stroked her cock, which began to swell and grow hard again. Grinned as the testicles shifted between her legs. The electronic bugs picked up a little moan as she began to stroke.

"Perfect acceptance," he said. "The training is holding. She won't remember anything. Won't even think it weird that she has a penis now."

On the screen, the reporter's legs had spread and raised. Her moans turned into pants as she bent forward, as if trying to fold herself in two. Aiming the head of her cock at her face as she furiously beat her meat.

"The other subjects—" Mercy broke in.

"Irrelevant. Most experiments fail," Luthor said dismissively. He watched as Lois drew herself into a seated position. Legs drawn up. She couldn't quite get the cock into her mouth, but her lips could kiss the tip. "This one will succeed."

They watched for silent moments as Lois Lane hunched over her own cock. They caught the very moment the hot splooge shot into her open mouth. How swiftly Lois Lane swallowed, so that the second rope landed on her lips. The gasp and struggle as the dickgirl reporter worked to eat her own cum.

A very nasty habit. Mercy Graves' stomach churned a little at this display...but then she glanced at Lex Luthor. His crotch visibly bulged, eyes locked on the screen, a grin of triumph on his features.

"This is just the start," he declared. "The first crack in her armor. Now we have to reinforce the behavior. Push her limits a little. Until she will do anything I want...and think it the most natural thing in the world."

Lois Lane panted a little as she sank back down into a sleeping position. Her happy python, sated and spent, lay across her right thigh as she lay her head back down onto the pillow. Her tongue licked her teeth for every last little glob of cum. The slimy load slid down her esophagus toward her stomach. When sleep came to her again, she dreamed strange dreams...but did not wake again, until morning, when her cock would be hard again and in need of milking.

Which Lois Lane would do, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, as if she had done it a thousand times before. Until the soft bulge of her cock could fit in her panties, and all that sticky jizz could be licked off her hand, then washed down with hot coffee.

Her night out was over...and a strange new life was about to begin.