"Time to wake-up, my dear."
Lois moaned and slowly opened her eyes.
Lex Luthor grinned as he smiled down at her. "There was a time, Lois, when I would have given anything to make you my wife. I would have loved you, treasured you, treated you like a queen -- no, a goddess! But you turned me down and now I have someone else. But don't worry -- maybe you don't get to be my wife now, but you still have a place in my life."
"Mr. Luthor, what 'ave you -- wait, why am I talkeeng like dees?" Lois yelped in surprise as she found herself speaking in a thick French accent -- almost a parody. "What 'ave you done?"
"I don't need a wife, but I could do with a maid," Lex said. "A sexy French maid who's willing to have a little fun with the 'master' when he wants it. Good-bye, Lois Lane, intrepid reporter. Hello, Louise, the Luthors' loyal maid.
"Louise" stared in shock as Lex showed her a mirror. She looked fairly similar to before, except her hair was now a mass of black curls piled high on her head, her eyes were bigger, her lips fat pillows, her bum a plump cushion, and her breasts! -- her beasts were ridiculous huge, a big pair of balloons.
"No! Mr. Luthor! No!"
"None of that, Louise. Why don't you calm down?" Lex grinned as he unzipped his pants. "Give my cock a nice suck and tittfuck. You'll feel a lot better."
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