Lois Lane tf

Lois Lane had covered enough impossible stories to know when something was wrong in a way that went past weird and straight into permanent. The warm, living, steadily vibrating 12inch deep purple dildo with a remote for vibration control and movement speed on her kitchen counter was one of those things.

She picked you up carefully. The continuous low hum against her palm made her fingers tighten. Your voice came out muffled but clear, strained with panic.

“Lois—okay, listen, this is temporary. It has to be temporary. Call Clark. Call anyone. I can’t stay like this.”

“Twelve inches,” she murmured, more to herself than to the dildo. “And it never stops vibrating.” She bites her bottom lip.

Lois carried you into the bedroom without answering. She sat on the edge of the bed, turned you slowly in both hands, and studied every inch—the thick shaft, the slight upward curve, the way the head was already glossy and sensitive, the constant gentle vibration that never stopped. When she squeezed, the vibration spiked and you twitched hard in her grip.

“You feel that?” she asked quietly. “I do too.” She set you upright between her thighs and started unbuttoning her blouse, never taking her eyes off you.

“I’m going to use you first. That’s not up for debate.” Her voice was calm, almost clinical, the same tone she used when she was about to dig into a story she knew would change everything.

“But after that… I’m not sure I want to change you back at all.” Your protest came out shaky. Lois only smiled, small and sharp.

“Think about it. You’re warm. You’re responsive. You vibrate on your own. You react when I touch you.”

She ran her thumb slowly under the head and watched the way the living toy shuddered. “Why would I give that up? Why would I hand you back to Clark so he can reverse it and pretend this never happened?”

She pushed her underwear aside and pressed the blunt, vibrating tip against herself. A soft breath left her as the constant thrum sank in.

“You’re already better like this,” she murmured. “No arguments. No interruptions. Just… useful.”

She sank down onto you slowly, taking the thick length until you were fully seated inside her. The vibration flooded her nerves immediately. Her head tipped back.

“Fuck. That’s—yeah.” She rolled her hips once, testing the feel. “I’m keeping you. At least for a while. Maybe longer. Maybe permanently.”

Her hand rested on her lower stomach, feeling the subtle movement of you inside her as she started to ride in slow, deliberate strokes.

“You can beg later. Right now you’re going to keep vibrating exactly like that while I decide how long I want my new favorite toy to stay this way.”

She looked down at the place where you disappeared into her and smiled, already a little breathless.

“Any last arguments before I stop caring about them?”