End: Lois Lane

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter blinked as she saw that her own name was clearly printed on the paper. The last bed in the maternity ward was reserved for her.

"That's...that's impossible," Lois said, rubbing her stomach. Then again, the reporter knew that her being pregnant should be impossible too. This was all insane...

"Not at all," a familiar, masculine voice said from behind the reporter. "I knew you would find your way here."

She turned, as Maria gasped in pain, her hands holding her swollen abdomen.

Lex Luthor walked forward, his bald head shining as though freshly waxed, a smug smirk on his face.

"The other empty bed is for your friend...Maria, isn't it?" He smiled and took the young woman's other arm. "Come on Lois, help me get her set up."

Lois weighed her options...but then Maria grabbed at her growing abdomen with both hands, and Lois nearly dropped her. Together, she and Lex managed to carry Maria onto the bed. A mechanical arm extended from the head of the bed, with a screen that lowered itself before Maria's face. The reporter caught a pink, pulsing glow...and Maria sighed and went limp. Other mechanical arms emerged, and Lex waved Lois back, and she watched in fascination and terror as they crawled over the pregnant woman...sliding in catheters, intravenous needles.

"The advanced surrogacy process puts a strain on the body," Lex said. "She needs fluids, and food. The hypnotics will calm her down, and reinforce her conditioning. I suspect Maria will become a very productive member of the Surrogate Corps."

He smiled and turned to Lois. "As will you."

Instinctively, Lois backed away. Her free hand clenched the kryptonite crystal so tight it was biting into her flesh.

"I don't...think so," Lois said. She backed away, one hand cradled protectively around her tummy.

"Come now, Lois," he spread his arms wide, in an open-handed gesture. "Why fight it? You may not be fully conditioned yet, but you're already very knocked up. Think of the child inside you! Here, I can give you ideal pre-maternity medical care for the entire duration of the pregnancy. You'll have no need to worry about either your health or that of the baby. Look how happy our surrogates are, lost in their own blissful worlds...so happy just to be pregnant!"

His grin was almost infernal. Lois kept backing away...until she felt her ass bump against the foot of the bed. Her bed.

"You'll enjoy it," Lex said, moving forward slowly, carefully, blocking off her escape. "Indeed, I might make you the broodmare for my children..."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was pregnant, through a process she didn't understand. She was happy about that, and sexually aroused at the thought, thanks to a mental conditioning she could not resist. Yet she had never in her life been a sheep to be led to the slaughter...or a breeding cow led to the bench to be mounted.

Her left hand came up, and Lex was ready for it, catching the wrist, twisting it...but he wasn't ready when her right hand, weighed down by the kryptonite, slammed into his dick. Lex went down to one knee...and left himself open for a devastating, Kryptonite-enhanced uppercut. His bald head cracked against the foot of Maria's bed...and he went limp.

Panting, one hand instinctively reaching for her stomach, Lois watched him. Lex wasn't moving, but his chest rose and fell...and a dim, terrible idea came to the reporter's mind.

Lex Luthor was a big man, and it was an effort to lift his limp body over the bed. Rather less effort to pull his pants off. Lois licked the slab of hard crystal. She still couldn't feel that same tingle as she had before...but she hoped Lex would feel it. She pressed the hard radioactive rock between his cheeks...her heel pressed against the crystal...and she heard him moan and stir as the sharper edges bit into the edges of his asshole.

It would have taken a crueler person than Lois to have **** it all the way in. She stopped when blood splattered her fingertips, and the crystal was firmly wedged between the ass cheeks. Tugging and pulling, she dragged the mad scientist onto the bed...and the mechanical arms, registering the way, deployed their syringes and catheters, their odd little screens and pink headphones. Lois huffed, admiring the efficiency as they stripped him out of his clothes. It might have been her imagination, but his hairless genitals seemed very small...and the pecs of his hairless chest a little puffy. Lois Lane could almost imagine a slight swell to the hard abs of his belly...and wondered if the red kryptonite could get him pregnant.

Lois Lane left him there. She needed to find a phone, to call this in...what a story!

"LexCorp Surrogate Corps Scandal," the reporter said, rubbing her stomach. She grinned, her fingers sliding down to rub at her crotch. "****...sexual ****...human trafficking..."

It had been a long night...and Lois Lane knew there would be fallout. Questions, repercussions. But right now she was happy...and happy to be pregnant.