A LexCorp Food Processing Plant

There were hundreds of Big Belly Burger and Taco Whiz restaurants in the Greater Metropolis area. Every day, trains and trucks brought in the raw materials that would become the oversized burgers and sugary drinks that the people of Metropolis needed to get through their day—and added inches to their waistline. Eggs, meat, wheat, produce from the farms around the city, packaging materials, barrels of spices and herbs mixed in secret rooms, tankers of corn syrup, sacks of coffee from Columbia...all to leave as the pre-packaged patties, buns, cola syrups, and other foodstuffs delivered to each LexCorp-affiliated restaurant every day.

In such an industrial facility, there were always dead spaces...little trafficked, never cleaned, often forgotten. Like the closed-off section where the hot wastewater from the coolant system that served the whole plant dumped into the sewer system...rendering a dark, warm, hot, and secluded room, often crawling with insects and wet with slime...

...but now, Lois Lane ran one hand over the wall, new instincts told her that this place was suitable. The other pressed the red kryptonite crystal into her navel, where it stayed, a tingle running through her flesh as the kryptonite radiation made further changes to her body. The naked woman with the head of an insect turned on Helgrammite, her antenna twitching as she looked at him through her compound eyes. She could feel her body doing things...there was an almost-silent hiss, as though she had let out the most ladylike of farts, but Lois knew that wasn't what it was. It was her pheromones...chemicals to trigger and control this drone.

Hands on his knees as her squatted before her, Helgrammite responded. Between his legs, two chitinous plates slide out of the way. A black, smooth horn like a stinger slid into view, the tip a wicked hook like a curved diamond. Something that would have gutted a human woman.

Helgrammite remained still as she turned her back to him, and dropped into her own squat. With one hand, Lois spread her still-soft lips. With the other, she guided that wicked inseminator into the opening to her egg-sac, her honey dripping over the dark phallus. His antenna were the only part of him that moved, touching her scalp...and every time their antennae brushed against each other an electric thrill went through Lois' body, flashes of memory or vision overlaid her own. For a moment she could see her own smooth back, the chitin now spreading down over her spine as pale skin flaked away...and then the ovipositor slid into her.

At Lois Lane's gasp, every lesser insect in the room flood. A wave of roaches flooded out and away. Hot seed boiled out into the reporter's waiting egg-sac, all the pent-up seed pumped swiftly into the would-be-queen's body....and new muscles worked to capture and trap that seed, to transfer it to the eggs.

The whole act was brief...but as Lois Lane stood up, one hand ran down her flat stomach and dipped down to her pussy, the lips tightly clamped shut to keep the seed inside of her.

There would be time for longer, more enjoyable sex later. For now...

"Bring me food," she ordered the drone, and Helgrammite fled, to raid the warehouses. His queen needed calories to gestate their brood.