End: Child Support

Lois Lane staggered to her feet. The monster between her legs flopped down, utterly drained and defeated. She managed three steps, her vision dimming, head swimming. The room began to swirl...and Lois realized she was falling...

Consciousness came back to Lois. She opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital bed, naked body between clean, crisp white sheets, an IV in her arm.

Mercy Graves stood at her bedside, impeccable in her grey chauffer's uniform. She was holding a tray in her hands.

"Sir? She's awake." The small, muscular woman turned and Lois saw the bluetooth earpiece.

Somehow that was the final piece that clicked into place. Lois looked at Mercy warily. Her body ached in odd places, but other than that she felt fine.

"This is one of Luthor's schemes, isn't it?" Lois said. "That was some form of red kryptonite. How did..."

"Mr. Luthor will be here in ten minutes," Mercy said. "Let him explain it. Meanwhile, eat up. You need your strength. Doctor's orders."

Mercy slid the tray over the bedridden woman's lap, locking it into place. Lois saw a large glass of orange juice, a massive egg white omelet, a small plate of applesauce dusted with brown sugar and cinnamon...

The smell triggered something in Lois. Her stomach rumbled. Despite the hunger, she **** herself to eat slowly, to savor the flavor of the steaming eggs, the ice-cold and pulpy orange juice, the mix of sweet apple and spice. Mercy watched her in silence.

Ten minutes into the meal, Lex Luthor strode in. His bald head gleamed as though freshly polished, his wide shoulders contained in an impeccably tailored dark blue suit.

"Miss Lane," he said. "How are you feeling?"

Lois had thought about what to say to him while eating. She stared him in the eye.

"What did you do to me, Luthor?"

To his credit, Lex Luthor did not smile, or even flinch at the harsh tone of her accusation.

"A few weeks ago, an employee at LexCorp began stealing certain materials from one of our restricted experimental **** programs. A short-lived retrovirus which inserts an overlay of Kryptonian DNA, briefly making the user susceptible to various forms of red kryptonite. The potential for the project is tremendous—fertility treatments, gender reassignment, body dysmorphia...among other possibilities. My errant employee Maria Chavez, however, marketed them as a form of narcotic."

"Maria," Lois said, and blinked. "Is she okay?"

"Under observation in the next room. Congratulations, by the way."

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. "For what?"

"Miss Chavez is pregnant. Very pregnant, as it turns out. We've confirmed at least three embryos have successfully implanted in her womb. We'll have to wait for the paternity tests when she's a little farther along, but our quick genetic typing of the semen in her vagina suggests that you are the most likely 'father.'"

The reporter opened her mouth...and then winced, as something hit the breakfast tray from underneath.

With a sinking feeling, Lois slid a hand under the sheet...and felt the half-erect massive dick between her legs where her pussy should be.

"LexCorp would like to of course apologize that you were an inadvertent participant in medical field trials of a substance which was illegally stolen from our labs," Luthor went on. "Naturally, we cannot be held liable for your...new condition. The substance you were dosed with was not yet ready for human testing; animal trials showed that the effects were temporary, as in Kryptonians, reverting after 48 hours. We had hoped to extend the effects so that they could be permanent...and in your case, it appears we have succeeded."

"I'm...male?" Lois said.

"The doctor that examined you claims you are a functional hermaphrodite, although I'm given to understand that accessing your vaginal canal might be a little difficult."

"Great Caesar's ghost," the reporter said, barely able to take this in. Luthor's face was neutral, but inside she could almost feel him gloating.

"We have reached an agreement with Miss Chavez—whereby we agree not to press criminal charges in exchange for her signing and abiding by a non-disclosure agreement." Lex said. "Given that she had no desire to give birth in jail, she was very happy to sign this statement. Of course, we were also **** to sever her employment. Which does put her in a rather precarious financial state..."

Lois felt the energy drain out of her. "What are you getting at, Lex?"

"Child support, Miss Lane. Eighteen years of it. While you were 'under the influence' during conception, the children she carries are genetically yours. I think you'll find Metropolis court judges are not going to be particularly understanding about the details of why and how Miss Chavez got knocked up, but the care of her children will be, at least in part, your financial responsibility..."

He allowed himself a slow smile.

"...of course, under the circumstances, LexCorp will be happy to pick up the immediate hospital bills for tonight's treatment for you both. And if you would like to participate in our ongoing study of the effects of red kryptonite and related substances..."

The villain leaned over and placed a card on the edge of Lois Lane's tray.

"...we would be happy to have your participation. When you finish your breakfast, I believe Miss Chavez is quite looking forward to speaking to you about the child support payments."

Lois Lane let Lex Luthor walk out of the room. A part of her knew that she should have shouted something like "You'll never get away with this Lex!," but the reporter knew it was pointless. He had already gotten away with it. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter had just seen her financial future vanish into an endless stream of payments for diapers, bottles, books, food, clothing, college funds...and that wasn't even considering what the hell she was going to do with the monster schlong between her legs.

Mercy hung back for a moment, after Lex Luthor left.

"Why did you go down to that club, Lane?" The bodyguard asked.

"Four women had gone missing," Lois said. "The club was the last point of contact."

Mercy nodded. "Chavez' other 'customers.' We picked them up after they showed symptoms that didn't revert after the 48 hour period. They did all eventually revert."

"NDAs?" Lois asked.

"Ironclad," Mercy allowed herself a sympathetic smile, although Lois had no doubt that there was little sympathy to be had in her, despite the name.

"He was really behind it, wasn't he?" Lois said. "How could Maria get top-secret LexCorp **** out to the community? It was all a plot of his, wasn't it?"

The bodyguard said nothing. She sidled closer, and now Lois could smell her, and beneath the tray table, the reporter's erection grew harder.

"The others," Mercy said. "Had...control issues. With their new anatomy. Some of them could manage it, with masturbation. Others, we had to...assist...until their changes reverted."

She put her hand on the card and slid it to the front of the reporter's tray.

"Give us a call, Lane. Mutually beneficial. Participation in the trial is paid...and you're going to be needing the money, and the relief, soon enough." Mercy's thin smile broke into a shit-eating grin. "Unless you want to just do the honorable thing and marry Maria. After all, if you're already paying for the cow, you might as well get some milk out of the deal."

They left her like that. Lois Lane laid her head back and groaned. She could already feel the monster between her legs throbbing, demanding release. Outside of the hospital room window, dawn was rising over Metropolis. Lois Lane's night out was over...but she knew that she would be paying for it for many years to come.