Epilogue: Bitchbreeder IV: A Growing Problem

"Twenty-two centimeters," Doctor Midnite said with a frown. "You should have come to me sooner."

"I know, I know," Lois said. "I've just been so...busy."

Which was true. The breeding schedule set up by Batgirl had been a test for Lois Lane's superhuman sexual stamina. Over the last four weeks she'd had sessions with more heroines and reformed villains than she could easily name. It bothered Lois that she was such a slut that she could scarcely remember every woman she'd maybe impregnated, but it had almost gotten to that point where many individual encounters sort of merged together in her memory. It was a relief when she could just give a little "pre-natal care" to friends-cum-lovers like Barbara Gordon and Wonder Woman, and spend some time with their babies.

"Let's try an ultrasound," Doctor Midnite said. "On the table, please. Legs spread as wide as you can."

The old hero was unflappable. His gloved hands rubbed the cool gel into the reporter's massive testes. A single big grapefruit could be 13 cm in diameter, and Lois Lane had been carrying two of them between her legs...and they were sore and swollen all the time now. Privately, the reporter hoped it wasn't cancer or elephantiasis...but she honestly didn't know what she hoped it was.

The flat surface of the probe slid along the smooth chicken-skin of the reporter's scrotum. The old man's goggled eyes were fixed on the screen. Lois glanced at it, but the black-and-white images meant nothing to her. He hummed deeply, stopped, went over the same spot again...clucked his tongue.

"What is it?" Lois said. She sucked in air as her heart palpitated. "Is it a tumor?"

"No..." he said. Then he moved the probe over to the other ball. The scene on the screen shifted...but it was similar. Lois could make out a great black void, and a little greyish blob in the corner. He moved the probe around, and Lois saw that he seemed to be focused on that blob. Gently, his free hand touched a sensitive part of her sack.

"Can you feel this?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "It's pretty sore."

"Yes. That is your actual testicle," he said.

Lois blinked.

"Then what is..."

"A womb. A pair of wombs, to be exact," he clucked again. "We might have to call the Atom in. If he descends your urethra, he should be able to map out the path...I suspect we might be looking at a surgical delivery, rather than trust to whatever passes for nature..."

"Surgery? Delivery?" Lois felt out of her depth.

"You're pregnant," Doctor Midnite said, quite simply. "Two wombs, two fetuses. About eight weeks along, as I judge. At first, I feared this might be some form of ectopic pregnancy, but the uteri seem to be well-developed..."

"But I mean...how? How the fell?" The dickgirl said.

The old man looked away from the screen and stared at Lois. With the goggles, she couldn't see his eyes, but the expression on his face was nonjudgmental.

"I was hoping," he said slowly. "You could tell me."

"To old friends," Clark Kent had made the toast, and Lois had added. "And old enemies."

They clinked glasses. The iced champagne was dry and cut through her throat like acid. It hit her stomach and the effervescence almost immediately went to her head. It had been a long time since Lois had champagne...and a longer time since she had been able to hang out with Clark Kent.

To drink, to laugh, to talk—he caught her up on all the office gossip at the Daily Planet, and she told him about her new job. All the changes and challenges of her new life. Other men would have felt put out by it all, but not Clark. He was the soul of discretion, and despite being from Kansas completely unbiased. They were reporters, and curiosity was their stock in trade. So perhaps when they had both had a little too much, Lois hadn't thought anything when Clark had half-jokingly asked if he could see it...

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties...and there it was. Even half-drunk, Lois took a certain pride in her dick. It wasn't the biggest, but when it was stiff it was bigger than most men could manage, and the balls were bigger than hen's eggs. So the dickgirl smiled as she peeled back the foreskin, the strong smell overwhelming even the champagne odor, and said.

"Bet you've never seen one like this up close, eh Smallville?"

His big hand touched hers as it closed around the bottom of her shaft. She was aware, dimly, that the big man with shoulders that would put most linebackers to shame knelt in front of her...and then she felt his breath on the underside of her glans, the hot lips that kissed the tip, that slid over and around the purple helmet as his tongue slid down the sensitive underside.

Lois Lane leaned back in the chair and watched as Clark Kent sucked her cock.

It was wrong, she knew. Even drunk she knew it. They were friends, good friends, they shouldn't...he wasn't even gay, as far as she knew, but here he was and it felt...he hadn't any experience at it, she could tell. His cheeks billowed as he tried to make more of her into his mouth, and his glasses fell off and hit the floor as he forget himself. His head bobbed on the cock as it reached its full hardness, and Lois felt too dizzy, too tired, too horny to stop him...

He stopped himself. Pulled his mouth off, a strand of saliva connected his mouth and the tip of her dick...and then he fumbled with his pants and Lois wondered where he was going with that.

It was a slightly smaller than average cock. Narrow and pale, almost aerodynamic. Lois didn't even say anything as he rubbed the tip of his dick against her own. The head was no bigger than her thumb, and idly the **** reporter wondered if it could go in...

"Lois," Clark panted and shook, "Can...can I..."

Maybe it was the champagne. Maybe it was just curiosity. Perhaps it was just of all the people in all the world she would trust to play with her dick like this, Clark Kent was the only one she really trusted not to hurt her. Whatever the case, in half a heartbeat she reached a decision. Lois Lane reached forward with her fingertips and pulled at the side of her rubbery glans, so that the urethral slit opened just a little bit.

"Sure, Smallville. Put it in."

He pressed the hard tip of his skinny little dick against her own...and it was indescribable, in that moment, how the hard cock, lubed with spit and precum, pressed against the tiny hole...and the whole stretched. Lois gasped, bombarded by new sensations as Clark Kent's cock sank deeper and deeper into her dick, which bulged obscenely to accommodate it...and he wasn't even halfway down when he paused and asked:

"Does it hurt? Are you okay?"

Lois blinked. She struggled to put into words what she was feeling. It was like her dick was going to explode. The whole front three inches of her urethra burned, and she felt like she had to pee and cum at the same time. Her balls tensed and throbbed, and a strange sense of anticipation like nothing she had ever experienced before filled her body.

"It's...it's fine. You can keep going."

He pulled back, until only the tip of his cock was inside of hers...and then he slowly slid it back down, deeper this time. The farther he went, the tighter it got, and the whole thing was tight already. Lois still had her fingers on her glans as Clark Kent drilled her cockhole, and he reached out and grabbed her shoulders with his big hands, one leg up on the chair so that he could get a better angle as he plunged his cock in and out of her dick, and the heat of the friction started to burn at her piss slit, and Lois found herself muttering aloud:

"Fuck my fucking cock, Clark. Stretch that tight cockhole with your dick. I want to feel your jizz swim around inside my balls. Oh cum in me you beautiful prick. Fuck my piss slit like it's a pussy..."

His cock hammered away now, and it was only half as long as her one cock but Lois trembled he slammed down onto the sensitive head over and over and over, and then...it happened. He gasped and pushed it down as deep as it could go...and Lois Lane felt the hot load of spunk erupt down her urethra. The need to cum, to piss, to evacuate her flooded cock became overpowering, but Clark Kent's cock stuffed her dickhole like the cork in the bottle of champagne, and there was nowhere for it to go...and Lois shook and spasmed as the pressure built and built and something happened inside of her. The great swollen balls that put his to shame spasmed and Lois Lane came, but plugged up as she was there was nowhere for all that cum to go, so that all their cum just swirled around together.

Until at last Clark Kent went limp and pulled his cock out, and their mingled jizz leaked out of Lois Lane's cock all night as she slept off the champagne. The next day it burned like hell when she had to pee, but despite her worst fears it didn't seem like the episode had done any permanent damage, nor did she get a UTI...and she hadn't seen Clark again since then, because she'd been so busy with her work.

"Great Caesar's ghost, I'm such a bitch sometimes," Lois said to herself as she put two and two together. She hadn't even thought to ask Clark how he felt about what happened this night, hadn't considered consequences at all.

"I think...I need to call an old friend and let him know he's going to be a daddy."