- CHAPTER FIVE -
LOIS, THE FIRST

Lois Lane sat on a park bench, her eyes scanning the serene surroundings. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park, children laughed in the distance, and families enjoyed the mild weather. Despite the picturesque setting, Lois couldn't shake the growing unease that had settled in her chest. As she waited for Kara, her thoughts kept veering toward her cousin-in-law, and every time she thought about her, she felt a warm, almost comforting sensation wash over her.

She found herself thinking about Kara’s strength, her beauty, her presence. Each thought brought a wave of warmth and admiration that felt oddly soothing. It was nice, but as the feelings grew stronger, Lois began to sense that something wasn’t right. This wasn’t normal. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but the thoughts persisted, insistent and intrusive.

Realizing that meeting Kara alone, without support, might not be the best idea, especially with these strange thoughts clouding her judgment, Lois pulled out her phone. She needed Clark’s reassurance, his steady presence to help her navigate this unsettling situation. With a quick swipe, she initiated a video call.

The phone rang a few times before Clark’s familiar face appeared on the screen, framed by the bustling newsroom of the Daily Planet. The sight of him brought an immediate, though fleeting, sense of comfort.

"Hey, Lois," Clark greeted warmly.

"Hey, Clark," Lois replied, though her voice held a hint of unease. "I’m at the park, waiting for Kara. Are you sure about this?"

Clark’s smile wavered slightly as he caught the worry in her tone. "Lois, it’s going to be alright. We just need to make sure everything’s fine with her. She’s been acting a bit… different lately, and we need to understand why."

Lois nodded, but her brow was furrowed with concern. "I know, but I feel strange about this. Something doesn’t feel right. When I think about Kara, I—"

The video feed suddenly crackled, and the connection was briefly disrupted, cutting off Lois’s words. Clark frowned, tapping his phone to try and clear the connection. When the feed was restored, Lois was already continuing.

"Clark, I’m just not sure," she said, her voice still tinged with anxiety.

Clark, unaware of what he had missed, offered her a reassuring smile. "Whatever it is, don't worry. I trust you."

His words, meant to comfort, instead triggered something unexpected deep within Lois's mind. At first, it was a whisper, as if from a distance—Kara's voice echoing eerily, "You don't care. It feels good to not care." The phrase began to repeat, each iteration louder, more insistent, resonating with a strange power that seemed to seep into her very thoughts.

Lois blinked, the park around her blurring into a haze as the words continued to echo inside her head. Her initial worry began to dissolve, edged out by an inexplicable numbness that crept over her senses like a thick fog. With each repetition, the anxiety and unease that had knotted in her stomach began to unravel, replaced by a growing detachment.

She stared blankly ahead, barely registering the children's laughter or the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The repeated mantra in Kara's voice was hypnotic, and disarming. "You don't care. It feels good to not care."

By the time the phrase had woven its way thoroughly into her thoughts, Lois found herself not just numb, but slightly uncaring. The transformation of her mood was so subtle, so seamless, that she hardly noticed the change, only that the weight of her worries seemed to have been lifted.

Lois looked back at the phone, at Clark’s face filled with concern and anticipation of her response. Her lips parted, almost mechanically.

"Ok. Whatever. I’ll talk to her," she said, her voice flat, devoid of the emotion that had colored their conversation just seconds before.

Clark nodded, relieved. "Thank you, sweetie! Now, I have to go. Remember, I’ll be away for a couple of days. If you need anything, call Bruce. Ok?"

Lois nodded, though her thoughts seemed to drift. "Ok."

"Alright, bye Lois!" Clark said, giving her one last reassuring smile before ending the call. The screen went dark, and Lois hung up, looking around the park with a distracted air. 

She leaned back on the park bench, her mind adrift, feeling as though the world around her had taken on an ethereal quality. The vibrant park seemed to float around her, distant and surreal.

She frowned slightly, trying to recall the source of her earlier anxiety. There was something she had been deeply worried about, but now, all she could feel was an almost blissful detachment. The idea of "not caring" wrapped around her mind like a warm, comforting blanket, and it felt too nice to resist.

As she sat there, Kara's face suddenly surfaced in her thoughts, unbidden and vivid. Her radiant smile, her confident stance, the way she moved with such effortless grace. Lois found she couldn't think about anything else. Images of Kara flashed before her mind's eye, each one accompanied by a pleasant, warm sensation that spread through her chest and limbs and even... down lower.

Kara’s phantom head seemed to speak directly into her mind, her voice a seductive whisper: "You’re obsessed with me. You want to be me." Lois couldn't help but see the truth in it. Kara was amazing, sexy, and powerful. She was everything Lois wished she could be. The thoughts were irresistible, wrapping around her consciousness and pulling her deeper into a reverie.

Like a love-sick admirer, Lois began to imagine scenarios with Kara. She saw herself talking to Kara, the conversations filled with admiration and adoration. She imagined dancing with her, the world fading away as they moved together. She pictured them laughing, sharing intimate secrets, and then embracing, the closeness bringing an almost tangible joy.

A soft giggle escaped Lois's lips, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she immersed herself in these fantasies. But then, a jolt of awareness struck her, and she realized how absurd and out of place these thoughts were. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of infatuation that clouded her mind.

"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling slightly. The surreal nature of her thoughts left her feeling exposed and confused. She pressed her palms against the bench, grounding herself, and took a deep breath.

At that very moment, a shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see Kara—Supergirl—descending gracefully from the sky. Her presence was powerful and commanding, as she landed softly on the grass in front of Lois. The world around them seemed to pause. The park, the people, seemed distant and faint.  

Supergirl walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes glinting with an intensity that sent a shiver down Lois's spine.  The changes in Kara were striking, and Lois felt her breath hitch as Supergirl approached, her costume significantly altered.

The iconic blue and red of Supergirl's costume had darkened to a near-black hue, the familiar emblem of the 'S' cut out to reveal her cleavage, and what an impressive cleavage it was. Kara's breasts had grown one or two cup sizes since Lois had last seen her. Moreover, Kara's ass looked so ripe and plump, it would put J-Lo to shame. Supergirl always looked good, but this new Kara looked utterly stacked and simply stunning, and it was on full display, exuding a sensuality that Lois found both mesmerizing and deeply concerning.

"Kara. Wow," Lois managed to say, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and apprehension.

Kara smirked, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. "I like it when you look at me, Lois."

In a daze, Lois replied, "I like looking at you." The words slipped out before she could catch them, a truth she hadn't fully realized until now.

Kara sauntered up to Lois, who was still sitting on the bench, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence. With a deliberate motion, Kara raised her boot and rested it on the bench beside Lois, giving her a full view of her long, toned leg.

Lois shook her head, trying to snap out of the trance-like state. "Wait. What is going on? Your costume is... so dark. And your body... is amazing."

Kara spun around gracefully, showing off her newly enhanced figure, the dark fabric of her costume hugging her curves perfectly. "I know. You love it, huh?"

Instinctually, Lois responded, "Yes, I do! I mean..." She shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "...no. I need to talk to you about... something... something..."

Her words trailed off as she stared at Kara's cleavage, which moved slowly left and right, almost hypnotically. The sight was entrancing, pulling her focus away from the conversation she was struggling to maintain.

"What's that, Lois?" Kara asked, her smile widening knowingly.

Lois scratched her head, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. "I... I forget." The admission felt like a defeat, but she couldn't muster the clarity to remember what she had wanted to say.

Kara's smirk grew, her confidence bolstered by Lois's evident struggle. "That's alright, Lois. I'm sure it will come back to you."

Lois nodded absently, her gaze still locked back onto Kara's cleavage. The magnetic pull was undeniable, and any sense of urgency she had felt was now replaced by a strange, pervasive calm.

Kara leaned in, her breath warm against Lois’s cheek, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Lois’s eyes widened, and she pulled back slightly, her voice trembling as she spoke, "I'm... married... to..."

Kara interrupted her, her voice calm but firm, "So? I don't care. Neither should you."

Lois looked confused, her thoughts tangled. "I don't... care?" she echoed, her voice uncertain.

Kara embraced Lois gently, their faces close together. "No. And it's not like it's cheating," she murmured, kissing her again. This time Lois resisted only briefly, but then her body relaxed, and she began to ease into the kiss, becoming more receptive. When they finally parted, Lois was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and wild. 

"Lois," Kara whispered, her voice soft yet insistent, "be honest, have you been thinking about me?"

Without hesitation, Lois replied, "Yes. I can't stop thinking about you. You're all I think about. Something's wrong with me."

Kara’s expression changed, darkened. "No," she said sharply. "It's perfectly natural. I deserve to be admired! I deserve everything!"

Suddenly, a purple beam shot out from Kara’s eyes, locking with Lois’s gaze. Lois's body went rigid, her muscles tensing as the energy flowed between them.

Kara leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with an intensity that melted Lois's resolve. "I am like a drug to you," Kara said softly, her voice low, hypnotic, and otherworldly. "Thinking about me is addictive. Thinking of ways to please me is addictive. It feels good, so very good."

Lois was held completely captive by Kara's gaze, her mind spinning as she tried in vain to focus. The deep, purple beam coming from Supergirl's eyes seemed to anchor her thoughts, pulling them into the present moment, pushing away all other distractions. She struggled to remember something, something important... and then it hit her.

 "Clark," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Clark, help me!"

Kara tilted her head, a flash of anger crossing her face. She pulled Lois in closer, maintaining the beam that linked their eyes together. She grabbing a fist full of hair and yanked Lois's head back. Lois gasped and moaned, but did not resist as Kara slowly slipped her hand down her pants. She moans as Kara's fingers played just outside her moist pussy.

"I seems my new power isn't perfect. I think you need a little encouragement." Kara positioned her fingers barely between the folds of Lois's cunt. "Now listen to me and feel... this!"

In that moment Kara pierced Lois's fleshy curtains, invading her pussy with a sloppy wet slurp. Lois moaned again, loud and deep. Then, gently but firmly, Kara moved her fingers in and out of Lois. With one hand still pulling and pinning her head back, the other explored Lois's needy vagina. Kara intensified the beam from her eyes, its purple light glowing brighter. 

"Listen, bitch! You don't need him! You need me! Feel it! Feel the need to please me, deep inside you!"

Lois whimpered each time the fingers entered her, as the pleasure eroded any defiance she had left, allowing the words to wash over her like a tidal wave. "I... feel it... the need to p-please you," she stammered, her voice weak, but filled with a mix of awe and submission.

Kara's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Now repeat it in your mind, let yourself believe it: Pleasing me is addictive. Every day, every minute, every second, you'll get more addicted to it."

Lois's voice was dazed and faraway as she repeated, "Every... day... more... addicted."

Kara continued to finger her friend, as she wandered up to Lois's clit, her bean, and circled it with precision. "You'll care less and less about everything, everyone around you... all that will be left is your obedience... to me!" Her tone was steady and commanding, her eyes never leaving Lois's. 

Lois rocked back and forth slightly, her mind absorbing the words like a sponge. "I'll care less... about... everyone?"

Kara's hand moved faster inside Lois's swollen pussy, making Lois thrust her hips slightly in response, as if to offer her cunt to Kara; lost in the sensation, the bliss. 

"Even Clark," yelled Kara, with a wild expression. "The more you worship me, the more your love for him will shrink... shrink into nothing!"

Lois's eyes widened as the realization hit her. "Even Clark? Even... oh! Oh no! Even Clark!" as she said it, the truth of it locked into her mind. She still loved him, yes, but she knew that it was going to fade, this new mantra ringing inside her head would eventually see to that. 

Kara's voice softened but remained firm, "Yes, Lois. Even Clark. You don't need him. You only need me. Like breathing, like eating... I give you life. And you will feel that more and more with each passing moment. My... slave."

In an impressive moment of defiance, Lois looked at Kara with horror. "What have you done to me!" And as quickly as it came, that defiance crumbled and shattered into a million pieces, it was gone. Suddenly, it all hit her. Every word, every touch, every truth that Kara implanted, exploded inside her. Lois's body spasmed with incredible intensity, a monumental moment, a crescendo of sensation, dominance and submission, pleasure and pain... the seed of corruption planted deep, impregnating her very soul. And then... she collapsed.

Lois lay on the ground, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she slowly regained her composure. Kara stood over her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched Lois recover. The experience had been intense, but now it was time to take the next step.

Lois looked up at Kara, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. "Wh- what?" She wanted to recoiled at first, run from this monster that had obviously just done something to her... but she stopped. It didn't seem right. Run from her? No. She wanted to be close to her. No. She needed it. 

Kara knelt down beside her, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Lois's face. "Now, Lois, go home. Once you're there, I want you to do something for me."

Lois nodded slowly, feeling quite light-headed. It was so much easier to just agree with the words coming out of Supergirl's mouth, rather than worry her little head about danger or consequences. "What... do you want me to do?"

Kara's voice was calm and soothing as she spoke. "When you get home, I want you to sit down on your couch... and rub your pussy for me and think about me. Flick your bean in the best way you know how. Make it feel so good as you imagine me, naked, hovering above you. You are not to cum. No. But don't stop touching yourself.  Don't stop, don't sleep, don't eat, don't do anything except masturbate... until morning."

Lois's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded again. Any doubts she once had were faint and distant. The ease of compliance and the little burst of dopamine that followed every thought of obedience made listening to Kara, obeying Kara, the simple, correct path. "Okay, Kara."

Supergirl's smile widened. "Good. And right when the sun rises, while you are working your worthless cunt, harder and deeper than ever before, you will feel an explosion of pure bliss and utter joy. All the thoughts I have instilled in you will be magnified and permanently engraved in your mind, your body, your soul."

Lois took a series of deep breaths, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she screamed, but nothing could be done. She was numb, bathing in a sea of submission, perfectly content to just nod like a good girl and go along with it.  

"One more thing," Kara's continued. "Just for fun. Right before you cum, as the morning sun bursts through the window, warming your tits... the old you will surface. You will look down and watch yourself touching your pussy, and you will remember why you are doing it. You will remember who you are doing it for. And you will remember what will happen if you cum. Then, finally, you will have an earth-shattering orgasm. And in that moment, the old you will die, murdered by an endless stream of pleasure... and when the bliss passes, she will be gone forever, and all that will remain is a slave. Obedient. Addicted. Cruel. And mine."

Kara stood up, offering her hand to help Lois to her feet. "Then you will understand the nature of our relationship. We will meet at my apartment, and we will plan how to use your influence at the Daily Planet to help raise my stature as a superhero, or perhaps.... something even better." Kara leaned in and kissed Lois gently on the forehead. 

Lois looked up at Kara with adoration and nodded, "Ok."