C for Cunt-Rub

Lois Lane's erection quivered. The burn spread throughout her body. Each beat of her heart sent the strange glow beneath the skin further. Up from her crotch, toward her breasts and major organs. The reporter worked against her bonds as her pulse pounded in her temples, sure that she was racing a clock...

...and completely ignoring what Maria was doing.

The naked young woman had dawned a mask, goggles, hairnet, and elbow-length gloves. She laid a metal canister on a small metal cart and opened it to reveal a gel that was not too dissimilar from dark green shampoo or body wash...except suspended in the gel were glowing bright green flecks.

"This is an X-Kryptonite-based cream that will help with the structural changes. It's not just about growing a cock, you know. You've got gonads in there now, and your urethra's got this Y-shaped trunk, you've got a prostate and seminal glands...all sorts of stuff. All of that stuff is sharing space with your uterus, ovaries, vaginal canal...want to make sure you keep all the bits and pieces so that you're fertile and virile. Also, this is going to remove like, all your hair."

With one gloved hand, Maria scooped out a handful of the gel. The other gripped the reporter's cock tightly at the base.

"You know, I'm a trained veterinary technician," Maria said as she pressed the gell against the labia at the base of the reporter's cock. Lois almost choked. At the first touch, it was cool like mint...and then the gel began to burn. It reminded the reporter of the time she had been applying capsaicin cream to a sore thigh muscle, and had gotten a glob of it on her cunt lips. The reporter had spent the next four hours rinsing her pussy out with milk and applying ice. "I used to shave animals, take blood, clean wound sights...even harvest semen for horse and cattle breeding. This job isn't much different, but Mr. Luthor pays better."

Maria's hands worked with smooth, careful movements as she rubbed the burning, radioactive cream onto the reporter's pussy, careful to cover every inch. Tears welled up in the reporter's eyes as the whole outside of her cunny seemed to be on fire, her thighs clenched so tight that they ached and quivered.

She dipped back into the canister and pressed the radioactive green glob against the reporter's pussy. Lois tried to scream, but she felt frozen, absolutely unable to do more than quiver in frustration and pain as she was violated inside and out. The gloved fingers shoved inside...and Lois Lane's whole body tried to contract at once. It was like someone had poured pure acid into her cunt, and was rubbing it around for good measure.

"This should start to tingle. Some of the rats showed signs of euphoria—so who knows? Maybe you'll get a little buzz off of this."