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It was a modest ceremony for a modest life, attended by a small group of children and grandchildren. Mrs Caroline Harper was, after all, a woman of little importance. At least, ever since the Great Shift.
To his credit, Clark had taken the existence of the swap to his grave - he’d had always held onto the hope of returning to his kryptonian body, and had led Mrs Hopper’s life dutifully for fear of exposing his original body’s true heroic identity. The fact Caroline had threatened to publish it in the Daily Planet, should he tell anyone but Lois, had perhaps given him that idea.
For everyone else, the funeral marked an ending. For Caroline, it was a new beginning. It was all hers. Clark’s body, Clark’s life… Clark’s wife. All hers…
Lois Lane dabbed at her eyes as they filed past the coffin. “It just seems so unfair. After everything he did… for him to go out like this,” she sobbed.
“She’d be happy to know I’m continuing her legacy,” Caroline said from Clark’s body, her deep voice dripping with feigned magnanimity.
God, Lois’ ass looked good today in that tight black skirt. It was all she could do not to grope it. Caroline cradled her wife consolingly next to the coffin, an excuse to pull her into a deep passionate kiss. As soon as the cereomy was over, she fully intended to fly Lois straight home and fuck her brains out.
“And she had a happy retirement. A good few years anyway.”
Caroline had checked in on Clark’s retirement a few times - hovering over hotel rooms with her x-ray vision, watching her lustful husband ploughing what he believed to be his trophy-“wife”’s pussy. Trapped in her submissive flesh, it hadn’t taken long for Clark’s heroic persona to wither into a mousy, obedient housewife willing to do anything to pleasure Mr Harper, lying back and thinking of Krypton while his 'husband' fucked his aging GILF body into an early grave.
“Was it peaceful at least? Her passing?” Lois sniffed.
Caroline suppressed a smile. “Pleasurable perhaps. Choked to death on her husband’s cock.”
“Oh.” Lois wrinkled her nose, turning away from the coffin. Her hand drifted lower, cupping her husband’s super-cock through the tight black suit. “I think we can skip the burial, don’t you?”