Yes

“I was just thinking about what happened earlier,” You stammered out as she slipped onto the couch beside you.

“When you saved me you mean?” She asked with a dirty smile and a downturn of her chin. “Or the part where you filled my stomach with that sweet seed of yours?”

“Do you hear yourself?” You asked as you turned to look her in the eye. “What you just said?”

Lois looked flustered then, “What? About you saving me?”

“No no, what you said after that!” You leaned forward, you had expected her to double down on it but this reaction was something new.

“I didn’t say anything after that.” She replied with so much conviction that you nearly believed it.

You leaned back then, taking in a deep breath as the pieces started to fall into place. It seemed like when the slut that was at the core of her personality came through the ‘Lois’ part of her didn’t realise what was going on. You didn’t understand why it would be that way but you had an idea of how you could test it out.

“Lois,” you began as you pulled your wallet from your pocket and held it up. “Can you see this?”

“Of course,” She chuckled.

With a nod, you began to speak.

“The thing I love is that you are just my cock ****. I could chain you down to my bed and fuck you whenever I wanted and you wouldn’t say anything against me because you are addicted to my cock, aren’t you?” As you spoke you tossed your wallet across the room where it bounced against the wall and vanished from view behind another chair.

For her part Lois simply nodded, her eyes half-lidded and her tongue sliding between her lips as you spoke. “I am your cock ****.” She purred. “I’ll do whatever you want, Master!”

“So when was the last time you saw Superman?” You asked suddenly and watched as the slut slipped beneath the surface again and Lois came back to the fore.

“Oh, well I can’t remember exactly.” She ran her fingers through her hair, glancing away, almost bashful as she thought of the man of steel. “Seen a buff guy in his underwear lift a building off some people. Seen every buff guy in his underwear lift a building off some people, right?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” You chuckled. “Oh and Lois. Where is my wallet?”

“In your ha…” She trailed off, her eyes searching your now empty hand for the wallet. “...but it was…”

“..Was just in my hand?” You leaned forward again then, suddenly understanding what was going on.

The ‘Slut’ and ‘Lois’ hadn’t become mixed as one as you had expected, instead, they really had built Lois “on top” of the Slut personality. Yet the Slut wasn’t dormant, it was very active and seemed to come out at the slightest sexual stimulus. Although you had noticed that they talk about Superman hadn’t brought it on, that was odd.

Still, you found yourself more than a little disappointed, you had hoped that there would be some kind of blending between the two personalities instead of what now seemed like a complete wall blocking them off from each other.

You reflected on that, you could always talk to the guys who had built her for you and see what they could do about it or you could just enjoy having a wanton cock slut and your beck and call.