A Pneumatic Press

The metal arm with the syringes was wheeled away. The cock, now livid, the green veins throbbing vividly, stood out above the bound reporter's body. Lois could feel a burning sensation filtering down...and Lois wondered if it was flowing along her urethra, into her pussy...or back, toward her bladder. Some pressure was building, above her dick. Lois wondered if, since she had cum, she had gonads there...and what the radioactive X-Kryptonite might be doing to them.

Lex Luthor wheeled the table away...and Lois frowned as she was guided into a narrow cubicle of safety glass, a shining steel pillar poised on a dull green chunk of industrial technology, festooned with cables and tubes. The reporter had seen a device like that once—on a youtube channel, crushing glass balls and other items to watch them explode. It was an industrial pneumatic press...and it was position right over the reporter's radioactive dick.

"That's...you're going to crush my cock!" Lois said, her voice choked.

"Possibly. We'll proceed slowly at first," he said, the bald mad scientist taking cover behind the safety glass, where Maria and Mercy Graves already waited.

Lois redoubled her writhing, twisting her wrists and ankles against the bonds...but she heard the vibration as power was applied to the drill, and it warmed into life. Sweat poured down the reporter's naked body, and she could feel the burning in her lower abdomen increase as her heart began to pound, the increase in her heart rate speeding the diffusion of the X-Kryptonite throughout her lower body.

Then the steel press began to descend. Slow and inevitable it seemed, and the anticipation in those few seconds was pure ****. Lois Lane nearly screamed when the cold metal touched the sensitive underside of her glans...and instinctively, the reporter flexed new muscles, stiffening her already painfully erect cock and striving to push against the press...

...and the press halted.

Yet Lois could not relax. If anything, the **** had already begun. For in that moment of pause, she felt the pressure increase...and Lois found herself straining those unfamiliar muscles to the utmost, her abdomen screaming as though she'd done a hundred crunches, thighs starting to tense, buttocks clenched painfully as she struggled to press her cock against the gradually increasing.

"Now equivalent to 100 kilograms," Lex Luthor said. "Increasing."

The reporter's whole body tensed. She could feel the pressure building, like the foot of an elephant was stepping on her dick, testing its weight. Veins stood out on the side of her price, the greenish-purple head almost black, the urethra starting to deform.

"Now equivalent to 500 kilograms," Lex said.

Forcing herself to control her breathing, Lois felt something give inside of her. A greenish bulge was distinct in her abdomen, just above her fat cock, a pale lump the side of a baseball. All the while, the pressure on her dick increased, the rigid length of the foot-long prick slowly being **** downward.

"1 kiloton," Lex said.

Green veins were spreading out from the reporter's crotch where it met her thighs. She could actually see her abdominal muscles now, a six pack slowly emerging...as if the thin layer of fat beneath her skin were melting away. The blackened head was pointed straight at Lois Lane's face, and she dug her nails into her palm as she struggled to push back.

"2 kilotons."

Lois Lane's toes curled. The lump above her dick began to pulse and throb inside of her. The cock...the cock was hovering up and down, the head almost **** back until it touched her navel. The reporter grit her teeth, jaw set, body trying to arch against that single point of contact.

"5 kilotons."

A mechanical whine filled the reporter's ears...but her eyes were focused on the head of her cock. It had turned almost completely black now, a line of clear, mint-colored goo oozing out of the distended urethra...yet she swore...she almost thought she could see...it rising.

"8 kilotons."

Millimeter by millimeter, the metal column was pressed upwards. Veins throbbed in the reporter's temple, but she felt calmer now. She could feel the finer control of her abdominal muscles, of her cock. She squeezed in on herself and the cock pushed away from her...and slowly, achingly slowly, the metal column was being **** upwards, back into the machine.

"12 kilotons."

There was nothing of triumph in Lois Lane's eyes as she watched her dick lift the impossible weight, ceasing for the moment to struggle against her bonds as every ounce of concentration was put into the radioactive shaft. Sweat continued to ooze from her fevered brow, but her dick was changing too...paler than before, less green...though the pale greenness had spread, she saw, to her abs and the tops of her thighs. The dark green spots where the X-Kryptonite had been injected remained, like tattoos.

"19 kilotons," Lex said, his voice betraying the slightest hint of excitement. Lois didn't dare look, but she could almost see, out of the corner of her eye, Maria in her labcoat rubbing her breast and cunny...and somehow that made her harder.

The mechanical whine increased, and now the head of her cock was sliding against the metal surface, the dick at a 45-degree angle and slowly climbing. Lois thought about Maria's breasts, the tightness of her cunt...plunging her prick into that wet pussy...and her cock responded, pushing harder against the press as it got stuffer and more excited.

The contest went on, and Lois Lois track of time...Lex counting off the numbers until at last, with her cock standing nearly completely at 90-degrees from her body, she heard him say.

"50 kilotons. We're at the limit of this piece of equipment."

Buttons were pressed. There was the hiss of escaping gas...and like that the pressure on the reporter's dick ended, the metal press receding rapidly. Leaving her staring at her towering erection, and the throbbing gland beneath it.

"Acceptable results," Luthor said. "We can now proceed to phase two of the testing."