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AKA Superman's Goose-Friend Lois Lane
Lois Lane strutted out of the elevator into the offices of The Daily Planet as she did everyday. She looked around to see that the office was alive with people and noise. Phones rang out with no answer on desks covered with all manner of envelopes and folders, interns hurried around with tall stacks of paper, and in the distance Lois could hear that the sports correspondents were being their typical, obnoxiously loud selves, egging each other on with animal noises like overgrown frat boys as they discussed league tables or transfer windows or whatever else it is they write about. Lois couldn't care less about that. It wasn't real news reporting, like hers.
The intrepid reporter ignored the hustle and bustle of the busy newsroom and made her way to her office, sparing only a puzzled look for the beagle sat in Angela Chen's seat. She didn't know Angela had a dog but was certain that the gossip columnist would not be bringing her dog to work again. The yappy little beagle barked at Lois for attention as she passed and Lois made a note to remind Angela to lock her computer. Whatever Angela had been writing would be complete gibberish now that the whimpering dog had gotten its little paws on the keyboard. Lois tutted and turned her nose up at the whiny little mutt as it sort her attention and carried on walking. She had hardly walked five more feet before she had to stop as a pair of billy goats ran across the aisle in front of her office.
"What is it with this office and animals today?" Lois sighed, exasperated. "Why does Perry still let them photoshoot animals at the office anyway? They always get free."
Lois rolled her eyes, not giving a second thought to the security passes hanging around each goats neck. She carried on into the office that her hard work and exemplary reporting had won her. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the madhouse and in her own peaceful little nest of well organised tranquility - only for it all to be shattered by the rhythmic tapping of black painted nails on paper. Lois looked to her desk where a slender hand wrapped on a copy of The Daily Planet from earlier in the week. Lois recognized the copy immediately. She had fought tooth and nail to get her story printed inside after all.
It had taken Lois all of her investigative prowess to find leads in the missing superheroine cases and her keen instincts to piece the clues together. Lois was confident that the grainy video "evidence" of the first disappearance, or rather the supposed transformation of She-Cat, was just an elaborate ruse meant to tarnish the reputation of the valiant heroine and leaked by the very bank she had sought to protect. A bank that had ties to the warehouse where the superheroine, Curia the wonder woman, had also gone missing.
The strangely tight-lipped witnesses at the bank would not reveal much about the alleged incident. Lois had finally managed to coax a name out of them but it was clearly an attempt at misdirection by the shady conglomerate that was really behind it all. The rumors about the mysterious witch woman who arrived in America on a cruise ship full of barn animals had been debunked time and time again, and even if there was some truth to them, Lois was sure the mystery woman was more likely extraterrestrial or inter-dimensional in nature. Now though, someone was using that myth to hide their nefarious schemes and Lois was determined to figure out who. Just as soon as she got rid of this unwelcome visitor.
Lois looked up from the paper and into the predatory eyes of the young woman reclining in her seat, with her legs crossed and a heel planted on the corner of the desk. The woman's dark eyeliner and lipstick were a strong contrast from her pale alabaster skin but she was clearly no timid Snow White. The woman exuded confidence, almost to the point of arrogance. It ticked Lois off immediately, and not just because the woman was sat in her chair. It was as if the two headstrong women were destined to clash from the start.
"You must be who I'm waiting for. You're this 'Lois Lane' person, I presume?" the woman said so casually that Lois was sure the woman was feigning ignorance just to annoy her. She had to resist a growl of annoyance. As if she doesn't know who I am?! She's in my office!
"Yes, I'm Lois Lane and your feet are scuffing up my desk. I don't know who you are but I'm a busy woman so make it fast and get out. I have a story to write!" Lois slammed her note book on the desk staring down the intruder.
The woman swiftly and elegantly lifted her feet from the desk and sat up in one motion, a finger already pointed at the title of Lois' article: 'Lacy Taylor: fact or fiction'. Then she started to speak, "Oh! A story? You mean like this garbage piece you wrote about me yesterday? Hard to believe you're still employed when you lay an egg like this chop piece!"
"Wait, you mean to tell me you'resupposed to be this Lacy Taylor psycho I've been documenting? I thought you were an urban legend..." Lois's eyes couldn't hide her surprise and curiosity, followed by indignation as she registered the insult to her work, "And wait! What do you mean I laid an egg?! That was one of my best pieces I've written in the past 2 months!"
"Well, for one, I'm not an alien or an imp so your theories are ridiculous... and two my name is spelt with an 'E' in it!" the woman, Lacey Taylor, brought a closed hand to her mouth and gently opened it with a flourish. Pursing her lips, she blew a trail of otherworldly purple vapor from her palm into Lois' face.
"What the h-OGHH!" Lois lurched towards Lacey as she coughed and her neck stretched forward to nearly three times its normal length. The force of the cough was seemingly strong enough to push her lips and mouth out from her face like some odd, cartoonish beak. The celebrated journo went cross-eyed, looking at her elongated lips, but barely had a moment to consider the bizarre changes before she felt her body warped further.
Everything above Lois' thighs and below her neck almost instantly swell up into an enormous ball with a loud WHOMP! Her purple suit burst, unable to contain her sudden rotundness. Her underwear was torn to sunders, left to fall in tatters on the ground. Lois' hands were all that was left of her arms, which had sunk into her spherical torso, and stuck out like tiny, flappy useless wings. She felt so light on her feet now, like a balloon filled with helium, and to her surprise she actually lifted off the ground. Her much thinner legs drooped down from her spherical body as she hung in the air, her mass shifting into her bloated body. Much to her dismay, Lois Lane was a nude blimp with a passing resemblance to a shaved ostrich or emu.
"That's a good look for a vainglorious windbag like the 'great' Lois Lane," Lacey chuckled, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lacey could see in the egotistical reporters eyes that not only was she struggling to comprehend the changes to her body but also that she was utterly embarrassed at the sheer indignity of them. Lois paddled in a panic, trying to reach a solid surface with her toes but her long legs grew shorter, her toes webbed. Then, as fast as she had swollen up into a mock balloon animal, she deflated just as quick. In a moment, she went from a human blimp to something much smaller and Lois blushed at the loud and unseemly sound of excess hot air rippling out from her body like an untied balloon. As her skin contracted around her reshaped form, it pushed quills forth from her pores, all at once. The quills unfurled into fully formed white feathers that cover her body, save for her legs and now shiny orange beak. She dropped to the carpet, now significantly shorter than her desk and no longer spherical, although she was most definitely still plump. She retained her overly long neck, her little legs and webbed feet but didn't resemble a human at all. Lois Lane, intrepid reporter, had been reduced to a big fat goose.
"HONK!" Lois tried to speak but quickly covered her mouth with the feathery tip of her wing, hardly believing that the vulgar animal noise had come from her own mouth. There was a short pause before Lois discovered she wasn't covering her mouth with her hand, like she had meant to, but with a feathery wingtip. When she realized, she frantically twisted and turned, checking her whole body to see the full extent of her transformation whilst spastically honking in a panic. She wobbled on her feet, nearly falling over as her center of gravity seemed lower than she was used to. She looked back at a little plume of feathers and wiggled her bottom experimentally, shaking her tail feathers. It was clear to her then that she was no longer human but a bottom heavy bird.
The sound of gleeful merriment filled her ears and Lois the goose looked up to see Lacey peering over the desk and having fun at her expense. Lacey's laughter had a musical song-like quality to it. A stark contrast to Lois' inelegant hooting and honking. Lacey had to wonder if the headstrong, stuck up, reporter was honking angrily, if those were in fact meant to be curses that she was tooting out or if she was merely in a panic at having her very reason for existing, her sense of purpose, ripped out from under her. She wondered if Lois' small goose brain could fully comprehend what had happened. A self important blowhard like Lois Lane deserved to be an obnoxious, noisy goose.
Lois honked up at Lacey in undignified frustration, like any other moody goose, sounding just as pompous as she had as a human. The grumpy goose waddled around the room in a circle, confused and looking for a way out but she had closed the door to the office behind her. She hadn't believed the stories about Lacey were real, it was just so ridiculous to have a woman going around transforming people into animals and things even more bizarre, but now the ace reporter was experiencing first hand just how real those stories were.
Lacey giggled at the sight of the once conceited reporter waddling around mindlessly in a circle looking like nothing more than a common goose and very out of place in the tidy office. Various awards and accolades filled Lois' office. Lacey smirked, now the only award she could hope to win would be for being fattest goose at a county fair. Or perhaps there was one other award the goose might win. Lacey's smirk grew into a devilish grin and she stepped around the desk to stand before the goose that stopped and trembled in her shadow.
"Now, I believe you were asking how you laid an egg?" Lacey looked about ready to burst into fits of laughter as she raised her hand above the giddy goose.
Lois felt a sudden primal urge from deep inside and squatted in the middle of her office, in a pile of tattered clothes, feeling movement inside her. Cocking her head, Lois felt a strangely familiar opening begin to stretch as object inside her began to slide free. She closed her eyes, squeezing the hard and round object from herself. The heavy mass popped free from her loins and before she knew it she had wiggled her tail, gotten to her webbed feet and turned to look at what she had expelled. Lois felt a swell of animal pride, followed by human shame, as she confirmed her suspicion that she had laid none other than a large goose egg.
"Wonderful! I'm sure you'll make a prize winning goose for some lucky farmer. You're certainly a much better egg layer than a reporter!" Lacey mocked, delighting in humbling the big headed reporter.
Lois could only hope that her beloved Superman would somehow save her from a life of egg laying servitude as a simple farm animal. Clueless as to what to do next, and her little bird brain finding it difficult to process everything that had happened, the formerly fierce and independent woman did what came naturally. The goose waddled a few steps back and straddled her egg, sitting her fat feathered bottom down on it. If anything of her previous self remained it was her work ethic and if nothing else, this fat goose was going to lay like a pro.
Lacey Taylor chuckled ruefully at how pitiful Lois Lane had turned out to be. The reporter had hardly put up a fight before submitting to animal instincts and acting like the dumb bird she deserved to be. Lacey turned to leave, silently daring another security guard to confront her on the way out so she could reduce them to a dumb beast, when the door to Lois' office suddenly opened...
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AKA Superman's Goose-Friend Lois Lane
Lois Lane strutted out of the elevator into the offices of The Daily Planet as she did everyday. She looked around to see that the office was alive with people and noise. Phones rang out with no answer on desks covered with all manner of envelopes and folders, interns hurried around with tall stacks of paper, and in the distance Lois could hear that the sports correspondents were being their typical, obnoxiously loud selves, egging each other on with animal noises like overgrown frat boys as they discussed league tables or transfer windows or whatever else it is they write about. Lois couldn't care less about that. It wasn't real news reporting, like hers.
The intrepid reporter ignored the hustle and bustle of the busy newsroom and made her way to her office, sparing only a puzzled look for the beagle sat in Angela Chen's seat. She didn't know Angela had a dog but was certain that the gossip columnist would not be bringing her dog to work again. The yappy little beagle barked at Lois for attention as she passed and Lois made a note to remind Angela to lock her computer. Whatever Angela had been writing would be complete gibberish now that the whimpering dog had gotten its little paws on the keyboard. Lois tutted and turned her nose up at the whiny little mutt as it sort her attention and carried on walking. She had hardly walked five more feet before she had to stop as a pair of billy goats ran across the aisle in front of her office.
"What is it with this office and animals today?" Lois sighed, exasperated. "Why does Perry still let them photoshoot animals at the office anyway? They always get free."
Lois rolled her eyes, not giving a second thought to the security passes hanging around each goats neck. She carried on into the office that her hard work and exemplary reporting had won her. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the madhouse and in her own peaceful little nest of well organised tranquility - only for it all to be shattered by the rhythmic tapping of black painted nails on paper. Lois looked to her desk where a slender hand wrapped on a copy of The Daily Planet from earlier in the week. Lois recognized the copy immediately. She had fought tooth and nail to get her story printed inside after all.
It had taken Lois all of her investigative prowess to find leads in the missing superheroine cases and her keen instincts to piece the clues together. Lois was confident that the grainy video "evidence" of the first disappearance, or rather the supposed transformation of She-Cat, was just an elaborate ruse meant to tarnish the reputation of the valiant heroine and leaked by the very bank she had sought to protect. A bank that had ties to the warehouse where the superheroine, Curia the wonder woman, had also gone missing.
The strangely tight-lipped witnesses at the bank would not reveal much about the alleged incident. Lois had finally managed to coax a name out of them but it was clearly an attempt at misdirection by the shady conglomerate that was really behind it all. The rumors about the mysterious witch woman who arrived in America on a cruise ship full of barn animals had been debunked time and time again, and even if there was some truth to them, Lois was sure the mystery woman was more likely extraterrestrial or inter-dimensional in nature. Now though, someone was using that myth to hide their nefarious schemes and Lois was determined to figure out who. Just as soon as she got rid of this unwelcome visitor.
Lois looked up from the paper and into the predatory eyes of the young woman reclining in her seat, with her legs crossed and a heel planted on the corner of the desk. The woman's dark eyeliner and lipstick were a strong contrast from her pale alabaster skin but she was clearly no timid Snow White. The woman exuded confidence, almost to the point of arrogance. It ticked Lois off immediately, and not just because the woman was sat in her chair. It was as if the two headstrong women were destined to clash from the start.
"You must be who I'm waiting for. You're this 'Lois Lane' person, I presume?" the woman said so casually that Lois was sure the woman was feigning ignorance just to annoy her. She had to resist a growl of annoyance. As if she doesn't know who I am?! She's in my office!
"Yes, I'm Lois Lane and your feet are scuffing up my desk. I don't know who you are but I'm a busy woman so make it fast and get out. I have a story to write!" Lois slammed her note book on the desk staring down the intruder.
The woman swiftly and elegantly lifted her feet from the desk and sat up in one motion, a finger already pointed at the title of Lois' article: 'Lacy Taylor: fact or fiction'. Then she started to speak, "Oh! A story? You mean like this garbage piece you wrote about me yesterday? Hard to believe you're still employed when you lay an egg like this chop piece!"
"Wait, you mean to tell me you'resupposed to be this Lacy Taylor psycho I've been documenting? I thought you were an urban legend..." Lois's eyes couldn't hide her surprise and curiosity, followed by indignation as she registered the insult to her work, "And wait! What do you mean I laid an egg?! That was one of my best pieces I've written in the past 2 months!"
"Well, for one, I'm not an alien or an imp so your theories are ridiculous... and two my name is spelt with an 'E' in it!" the woman, Lacey Taylor, brought a closed hand to her mouth and gently opened it with a flourish. Pursing her lips, she blew a trail of otherworldly purple vapor from her palm into Lois' face.
"What the h-OGHH!" Lois lurched towards Lacey as she coughed and her neck stretched forward to nearly three times its normal length. The force of the cough was seemingly strong enough to push her lips and mouth out from her face like some odd, cartoonish beak. The celebrated journo went cross-eyed, looking at her elongated lips, but barely had a moment to consider the bizarre changes before she felt her body warped further.
Everything above Lois' thighs and below her neck almost instantly swell up into an enormous ball with a loud WHOMP! Her purple suit burst, unable to contain her sudden rotundness. Her underwear was torn to sunders, left to fall in tatters on the ground. Lois' hands were all that was left of her arms, which had sunk into her spherical torso, and stuck out like tiny, flappy useless wings. She felt so light on her feet now, like a balloon filled with helium, and to her surprise she actually lifted off the ground. Her much thinner legs drooped down from her spherical body as she hung in the air, her mass shifting into her bloated body. Much to her dismay, Lois Lane was a nude blimp with a passing resemblance to a shaved ostrich or emu.
"That's a good look for a vainglorious windbag like the 'great' Lois Lane," Lacey chuckled, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lacey could see in the egotistical reporters eyes that not only was she struggling to comprehend the changes to her body but also that she was utterly embarrassed at the sheer indignity of them. Lois paddled in a panic, trying to reach a solid surface with her toes but her long legs grew shorter, her toes webbed. Then, as fast as she had swollen up into a mock balloon animal, she deflated just as quick. In a moment, she went from a human blimp to something much smaller and Lois blushed at the loud and unseemly sound of excess hot air rippling out from her body like an untied balloon. As her skin contracted around her reshaped form, it pushed quills forth from her pores, all at once. The quills unfurled into fully formed white feathers that cover her body, save for her legs and now shiny orange beak. She dropped to the carpet, now significantly shorter than her desk and no longer spherical, although she was most definitely still plump. She retained her overly long neck, her little legs and webbed feet but didn't resemble a human at all. Lois Lane, intrepid reporter, had been reduced to a big fat goose.
"HONK!" Lois tried to speak but quickly covered her mouth with the feathery tip of her wing, hardly believing that the vulgar animal noise had come from her own mouth. There was a short pause before Lois discovered she wasn't covering her mouth with her hand, like she had meant to, but with a feathery wingtip. When she realized, she frantically twisted and turned, checking her whole body to see the full extent of her transformation whilst spastically honking in a panic. She wobbled on her feet, nearly falling over as her center of gravity seemed lower than she was used to. She looked back at a little plume of feathers and wiggled her bottom experimentally, shaking her tail feathers. It was clear to her then that she was no longer human but a bottom heavy bird.
The sound of gleeful merriment filled her ears and Lois the goose looked up to see Lacey peering over the desk and having fun at her expense. Lacey's laughter had a musical song-like quality to it. A stark contrast to Lois' inelegant hooting and honking. Lacey had to wonder if the headstrong, stuck up, reporter was honking angrily, if those were in fact meant to be curses that she was tooting out or if she was merely in a panic at having her very reason for existing, her sense of purpose, ripped out from under her. She wondered if Lois' small goose brain could fully comprehend what had happened. A self important blowhard like Lois Lane deserved to be an obnoxious, noisy goose.
Lois honked up at Lacey in undignified frustration, like any other moody goose, sounding just as pompous as she had as a human. The grumpy goose waddled around the room in a circle, confused and looking for a way out but she had closed the door to the office behind her. She hadn't believed the stories about Lacey were real, it was just so ridiculous to have a woman going around transforming people into animals and things even more bizarre, but now the ace reporter was experiencing first hand just how real those stories were.
Lacey giggled at the sight of the once conceited reporter waddling around mindlessly in a circle looking like nothing more than a common goose and very out of place in the tidy office. Various awards and accolades filled Lois' office. Lacey smirked, now the only award she could hope to win would be for being fattest goose at a county fair. Or perhaps there was one other award the goose might win. Lacey's smirk grew into a devilish grin and she stepped around the desk to stand before the goose that stopped and trembled in her shadow.
"Now, I believe you were asking how you laid an egg?" Lacey looked about ready to burst into fits of laughter as she raised her hand above the giddy goose.
Lois felt a sudden primal urge from deep inside and squatted in the middle of her office, in a pile of tattered clothes, feeling movement inside her. Cocking her head, Lois felt a strangely familiar opening begin to stretch as object inside her began to slide free. She closed her eyes, squeezing the hard and round object from herself. The heavy mass popped free from her loins and before she knew it she had wiggled her tail, gotten to her webbed feet and turned to look at what she had expelled. Lois felt a swell of animal pride, followed by human shame, as she confirmed her suspicion that she had laid none other than a large goose egg.
"Wonderful! I'm sure you'll make a prize winning goose for some lucky farmer. You're certainly a much better egg layer than a reporter!" Lacey mocked, delighting in humbling the big headed reporter.
Lois could only hope that her beloved Superman would somehow save her from a life of egg laying servitude as a simple farm animal. Clueless as to what to do next, and her little bird brain finding it difficult to process everything that had happened, the formerly fierce and independent woman did what came naturally. The goose waddled a few steps back and straddled her egg, sitting her fat feathered bottom down on it. If anything of her previous self remained it was her work ethic and if nothing else, this fat goose was going to lay like a pro.
Lacey Taylor chuckled ruefully at how pitiful Lois Lane had turned out to be. The reporter had hardly put up a fight before submitting to animal instincts and acting like the dumb bird she deserved to be. Lacey turned to leave, silently daring another security guard to confront her on the way out so she could reduce them to a dumb beast, when the door to Lois' office suddenly opened...
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