A Little Too Well

There was a small circular raised platform, surrounded by a rail. A headset dangled from the ceiling, above the center of the platform. Bright sunlamps were arranged in an array around the platform.

"This variety of Kryptonite transforms you into an idealized self," Luthor said as he handed her the box. "With the use of hypnotic suggestion, we can influence your ideal form, and thus the final transformation. The sun lamps will bombard your naked body with the correct wavelength of yellow sun radiation, fueling your Kryptonian cells for the transformation. All you have to do is believe in it...visualize yourself...and when you're ready, open the box."

Lois Lane felt her gut twist into knots as she took three steps up to the small platform, shedding clothes along the way. Luthor stood at the door, giving her instructions as small lights from the ceiling played about the reporter's naked body. The small box was in her hand.

She lowered the headset onto her head, adjusted the strap...and then opened her eyes as the lights came on.

It was as if she stared into a mirror. The reporter saw her lean and naked body; fit and spare, with the barest flare of hips, the carefully trimmed pubes just above her mons, the small half-teardrop-shaped breasts, the raven-dark hair and bright violet eyes—and then she saw it change. The shoulders a little broader, the muscles a little more defined, the hint of a six-pack—and between her legs, where a pussy had been, the flaccid length of a cock over a pair of hairless balls.

The reporter swallowed heavily. The reflection did likewise. The grey background lightened to a pale pink, and things swirled there.

"Stare at the reflection," Luthor's voice came to her. "Until you see it as your own."

Lois Lane felt her pulse quicken. Her hands held the box, which was heavier than the size would suggest—no doubt lined with lead, to prevent the radiation from reaching her. She stared at the Other-Lois in front of her, who stared back. The hint of an adam's apple...the drip of sweat running down her breasts. The reporter swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. If she did this...if it worked...she was going to have to fuck those women. "Intimate contact," Lex had said.

The cock between the Other-Lois' legs began to rise and fill out. It looked normal. Perfectly normal. Six inches long. Just a cock, no different than any that Lois had seen before...except...this one...was hers...

She dipped her head down to her chest. The perspective of the goggles shifted. Lois saw the hard cock standing out from her own body. Tears filled her eyes...vision suddenly doubled...and she opened the box.

Almost simultaneously, the sun lamps went to full brightness. The reporter's body burned, though the image never wavered. A pins-and-needles sensation pricked every inch of her, even places that would take three mirrors to see, plunging past the skin into muscle and bone....and Lois gave a little scream as she felt something burst, down below...but she held on, until the pins and needles sensation had faded. Till she felt something warm press against her thigh.

Then, finally, Lois pulled off the headset, stared down between her legs...

...and saw two perfectly normal cocks side-by-side, where her pussy had been.