Lois Lane Gets A Story—But Not What She Was Hoping For

"LexCorp is great!" the first woman volunteered. "I mean, in my mind I've always been a woman, but to actually be a woman..."

The others nodded, chimed in. Lois Lane kept smiling and focused as she let them speak, only interrupting to ask for clarification or to keep the conversation flowing during a lull. Yet all of the women were saying essentially the same thing—variations on a theme. Body dysphoria, a LexCorp clinical study, results beyond anything they expected, how nice the LexCorp people were, how clean and high-tech the facilities...

It was too perfect, too much like Lex Luthor's story. No matter how Lois poked and prodded, the women all sang LexCorp's praises. There was no hint of ****, no suggestion that they had been tricked or exploited...except that all their stories were too pat, the women too ready and eager to volunteer details. Lois Lane had encountered that kind of thing before...on police informants who had memorized their backstories too well.

Lois let the conversation wander away from LexCorp in particular onto the women's actual lives. There, the practiced stories fell away a bit. There were more hesitations, more interruptions as they had to think about the answer. The reporter watched them squirm a little, but also relax, since they had figured they were past the hard questions.

Which is when Lois switched tracks:

"So, what was the procedure like?"

"Oh, it was wonderful!" A Black woman named Tisha said. "I mean, they gave us a little something as they inserted the tubes, but then...when it touched my womb...I came so hard I think my soul left my body!"

The other women laughed and nodded agreement. Lois Lane's smile was plastered on her face, but she could feel the hairs standing up on her body. That didn't sound right...

"When they told us what was going to happen, I was so scared," a blonde named Bobbie said. "But then it happened and it was like...I never imagined I would actually feel the moment I got knocked up. It was almost a religious experience."

"I've been thinking about names," a busty brunette named Elena admitted. During their conversation, Lois learned her dead name was Hank—but going forward, it seemed like she'd also be answering to "Mommy."

"So...you were all impregnated?" Lois said. Then she paused and cleared her throat. "Successfully?"

"Yes! LexCorp said it would stabilize our changes. Make our bodies permanent. Perfect gender transition, cand you imagine it!?" Tisha tittered. "And I get to be a mom! Not that I would mind more of that hot spunk. If sex as a woman is always like that, I'm going to be a total breeder!"

All the women had a hearty laugh at that...but Lois Lane was putting the pieces together in her head. Her ejaculation. Their procedure.

"When, ah, when did this procedure take place?" Lois asked.

"Oh, we finished just before they wheeled us in here for the interview," Bobbie said. "Apparently they wanted the first test to happen while it was fresh from the donor, whomever he is."

Lois Lane nodded, even though it felt like a gulf had opened in her stomach and her heart had fallen through it. All four women. Freshly inseminated. Impregnated. And the reporter had a good idea that she had done the deed. Her cock still ached from the milking session earlier. It stirred in her pants as she thought of the seed even now leaking from their pussies, its job done.

The last woman, the quietest one, Connie, gave Lois a knowing smile. She was young, barely out of her teens, blue eyes and black hair in a boyish pixiecut.

"Did you ever want children, Miss Lane?" Connie asked.