Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Miss?

The Spreading Stain

Even the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could miss a few details while having her breasts man-handled in the tub...and so Lois Lane became so lost in the prolonged grope session that she missed the spreading stain, which now encompassed over half the "water" in the tub, a crimson cloud that was flowing steadily forward, growing deeper and darker at its core...

And then a second hand reached out to grasp the other breast.

Too late, Lois Lane realized her peril...but by then it had it her by the tits, the hands grasping and kneading, fingers pinching and teasing her nipples to erection.

"N-not good," the reporter muttered, feeling a familiar tingling in her pussy. It had been a long time since she had received this kind of attention to her breasts. As the scarlet stain spread, she felt her apprehension rise. Gently, experimentally, she kicked out her legs, seeing the little waves formed, feeling the blood-warm liquid thick between her toes.

Briefly, Lois considered calling out for help. To cry for Superman to come save her. He would, she knew. If he was anywhere on the planet, he would come when she called. It had been an article of faith with her...even as it had been her own solid determination not to rely on him. Because one day, maybe, he wouldn't be there...and Lois Lane knew she needed to be able to get out of her own fixes.

She raised one foot above the surface and saw, without surprise, that it was stained red...and then the crimson tide surged forward, covering the entire surface of the bathtub.

Instinctively, Lois tried to plant her feet to climb up...but something caught her thighs, holding her fast. The reporter's breath quickened she realized it was a body, a torso, holding her thighs apart, her naked sex open and exposed...and then something began to crest, rising from the bloody surface of the tub like an obscene whale coming up for air.