(I had to be quick)
"I is commin', ma'am...don' yo be worryin' bout nuthin!" shrilled someone in the other room, and Lois started to rise out of bed. But as she did...she paused...and decided that somehow...it just wasn't worth it. Lois looked at her hands, and saw that
they were dainty, soft and utterly uncalloused. They were her hands...but also NOT her hands. A wedding ring gleamed on her finger, and she wondered who her husband was. A Name floated up in her mind (Clark? Clark something-or-other?) and then someone...
(OH MY SWEET MERCIFUL GOD!)
...waddled into the room. A big woman. A fat woman. A massive woman. She was wide and cumbersome as she waddled ponderously into the room, her arms holding a purple and green dressing gown and slippers. Lois watched her move - her big belly and wobbling
ass, quaking breasts and thick thighs. Her skin was the color of the darkest chocolate, her thick-lipped mouth spread in a smile as she said "Heah yo is, Miz Luthor. Mista Luthor, he say fo yo t' be ready fo de garden party. He say "Clarabelle, yo is gonna
be servin' at de party, so be on yo bes' behaviour." It sho-nuff gonna be a swanky event, Miz Luthor."
The woman...was dressed in a big blue housekeepers uniform, a frilly red apron and a lacy red maids cap with a gold "S" stitched into it.
"Superman?" she asked in shock, and the massive black woman laughed long and loud, before saying "Not any mo', Miz Luthor. Mista Luthor, he done finished dat ol' Supa'man off real good. I don' hardly 'member bein' him any mo', but I knows I be's a real
good house maid. All I 'members clear about befo' is dat I usa be Supa'man, but now I's Clarabelle Kent, an' yo's Lois Luthor. It's fo' de bes', Miz Luthor. Now...we gotta get's yo all ready for de party..."
As she watched, the grossly fat black woman in the maids parody of Supermans old costume began to set out jewelery and clothes, humming a song under her breath and looking just as happy as can be.
The Robins - Dickie, Toddy and Titty - all watched as Alfred and Selina fucked and fucked. Somewhere in their simpering, sissy minds they all three remembered wearing the mantle of 'Robin' in a former life, but now...they were identical triplets...swishy,
fluttery faggots...breathy, flouncing girly-bois who craved their masters cock. When he wasn't fucking Baby Cakes, he was fucking the plump, perfect asses of his sweet, sissy maids. They fluffed their jet black hair - bouncy perms in a row - and tinkled the
bells of the cock piercings. Three sets of smokey, lustfull eyes batted their thick eyelashes, licked their fat, crimson lips, and hoped for a taste...just a taste...
Selina saw them, and began playing to their needs. She posed and tossed her hair, saying "Oh, where all sticky. If only three darling boys were here to clean us off?"
With a squeal, the three Robins surged forward, licking a sucking them clean. The Robins were rather happy when Selina laughed and said "Oh, such DARLING bois! You're all so pretty I can't decide which of you I love most! But...only three of you? It
must be hard work keeping this place clean by yourselves. Maybe I can convince Alfie...that you three should have some more help. More sissy bois to keep you company...?
Dickie, Toddy and Titty all giggled at the idea of more help around the mansion.