Wanna Find Missing Women

The bimbo reporter sighed as she got the words out. She knew she was good with words, but it was so hard to think...

"Yes, the prior test subjects," Ivy said. "That's who you originally came here to find, isn't it? I'll take you to them...right this way."

The villain grabbed Lois Lane's elbow and guided her out of the room. Lois blinked as the light changed. It was colder in the corridor, and Lois instinctively wrapped her skinny arms around her big boobies for warmth. The knob of her cock dangled back and forth with the sway of the reporter's hips. It was pleasant to walk like that. The reporter began to hum an old song.

Oh do your boobs hang low, do they wobble too and fro, can you tie 'em in a knot, can you tie 'em in a bow...

Lois smiled to herself as she hummed her way from boobs to balls to cock and back around again, not paying any attention as Ivy entered the access codes or planted quick kisses on security guards...didn't pay attention to anything until she saw that they were in a kind of cell block, with solid glass walls that showed the interior of four cells.

They were occupied. The women in there were vaguely familiar...Lois was sure that she had seen them before...but all of them had some extraordinary bodily feature. One of them was a petite Asian woman with breasts the size of medicine balls, who seemed almost trapped on her bed, tits out on either side, a nipple in each hand, cunny drooling into a mattress. Another was a tall blonde shemale with the longest, skinniest cock Lois had ever seen...no thick than a dry erase marker, but longer than her forearm, its head stuck between her lips and her cheeks hollowed out like she was sucking on an extra-long novelty straw.

Across the aisle, an older woman with auburn hair was on her side on her bunk, industriously fisting her pussy and ass, which were massively swollen out of all proportion...Lois thought she could actually see and hear the hips pop in and out of their sockets with strange clicking sounds, as the woman's eyes rolled up in her head; and there was froth at the corner of the mouth. The last one was a diminutive Latina...with a cock like a beer can and a pair of hairy testicles like coconuts, who stroked her shaft while watching the others.

Ivy tapped at a keypad on the wall, and the glass walls retracted. They were free...not that any of them moved from their self-pleasuring activities.

"Here you go, Lois. This is what you were searching for," the villain said with a smile. "Why don't you...interview your subjects...while I go and loot everything that isn't nailed down from Luthor's lab, hmm? The kryptonite samples alone should buy a few hundred acres of Amazon rainforest to save from deforestation...and I'm sure Luthor's changes will wear off eventually. Maybe."

Lois stared blankly. It was a lot of words, but she thought she got the gist of what the pale green lady wanted her to do. Her face scrunched up as another headache came on. It was like trying to sit a really hard test, and the answer to the question was just on the tip of her tongue...