She's Going To Have To Work Twice As Hard

Lois Lane stared down at her flaccid pricks. She reached down and picked one up, slightly shocked by how normal it felt. They were uncircumcised, and she peeled back the foreskin, surprised to feel the limp cock beneath her fingers, and to feel her fingers through the sensitive, soft skin of her new dick. The pale purple head was soft and spongy. The reporter squeezed it gently, and saw the urethra deform and open.

I'm staring down the piss-hole of my own cock, Lois thought, the whole moment surreal. With her other hand, she lifted up the other dick and did the same.

Hanging beneath the reporter's twin pricks was a scrotum. Lois frowned. Using her left hand to hold the two warm, soft tubes out of the way, Lois explored her new anatomy with her right hand. The hairless sack was bigger than she expected...and quickly found out why, as she distinctly felt four small, rubbery ovoids. Two dicks, four testicles. That made sense.

The reporter's fingers explored further, and lifted the heavy, hairless sack of flesh out of the way so her fingers could explore down beneath...and felt, with a shiver of excitement, the familiar wet slit that ran almost to her asshole.

Plumbing just got a lot more complicated, Lois thought, with a shake of her head.

"If you're done," Lex Luthor said from behind her. "Time is of the essence. The other subjects are dying. We need to stabilize them as swiftly as possible. You're going to have to work twice as hard if we're to save them all in time."

"Right," Lois Lane said out loud. "So...how do I do that? Just, uh, jerk off into a tube, or...?"