They Send Lois More Cocks To Suck

Which is how, in a remarkably short period of time, every biologically male lab technician, security guard, and janitorial staff member capable of an erection was standing, pantsless, in a line leading up to Lois Lane's glory hole. With terrible efficiency names were being taken, critical personal data compiled, nondisclosure agreements signed, and bonuses for extraordinary service awarded.

All Lois Lane knew is that the moment she finished sucking one cock, another appeared...and she couldn't be happier.

Her cheeks hollowed. Tongue slid under the soft, sensitive glans. Each dick was unique in size, shape, flavor, texture...circumcised and uncircumcised, long and short, thick and skinny, pale and dark; the tips were shaped like mushrooms, Greek helmets, the rounded nubs of cigars and submarines. Their jizz, when it erupted onto her tongue, was thick or runny, salty and bitter...and each time a load gulped down her seemingly inexhaustible gullet she felt a tingle run through her entire body, a pins-and-needles sensation which concentrated most strongly in her cock, which was now so long and hard that it slid up between her breasts and she pressed her lips against the glory hole.

"I believe I understand what's going on," Poison Ivy said, finally."That retrovirus you infected her with...it was designed to overlay Kryptonian genes on her cells so she could be affected by red kryptonite, correct?"

"Correct," Lex Luthor said. He stared with unusual intensity as Lois, tired but obviously excited, drained the balls of a security guard. down below, the reporter's cock throbbed...and he noted that the shape of the head changed a little, reflecting the security guard's unusually prominent glans-crest.

"That virus is still in her system," Ivy said. "Have you ever tested to see what happens to the retrovirus when it is exposed to red kryptonite?"

Luthor tore his eyes away from the screen.

"That's...viruses aren't alive in the normal sense of the word. They have no cell structure. How could..." Then his eyes grew wide. "But they still contain some of the Kryptonian DNA segments. If those change when exposed to the radiation..."

"...then you've infected Lois Lane with a metamorphic virus. One which, from all appearances, is rapidly incorporating new DNA into itself and rapidly mutating. Fortunately, the frequency of the kryptonite you're using seems to have limited the results...it's drawing off parts of their DNA responsible for cock structure and her own Krytponian-inflected biology is handling the rest." Ivy said. The redheaded villain rubbed her temples, trying to keep her technobabble straight. "We've got a bigger problem, though."

"Bigger than the fact that Lois Lane's penis puts most draft horses to shame?" Lex said icily. "I can't send her back out into the world with a Mandingo cock that reaches down to her knees! Superman would throw me into the sun!"

"Yes, actually," Ivy said. "Because we've been feeding genetic material to the virus. The mutations are bound to accumulate. It's only luck so far that we haven't hit upon some combination that does something...more drastic."

"Like what?" Luthor said...and then her heard every woman in the room gasp, and turned his eyes back to the screen.