Concentrated Kryptonian Pheromones

Lois Lane and Luma Lynai managed to restrain themselves until they had staggered into the Superwoman's spaceship, a small craft that lay cloaked on the roof of the warehouse. They barely managed to shove the bottle of XXX into the biological sample analyzer before Lois pulled up the blonde's skirt. Although whatever was in the bottle affected the human reporter less than the Starylite, Lois still hadn't cum yet...and her cunt burned with need to be kissed, stroked, fucked...

The ship was little bigger than an American motorhome—but there was a bed, barely big enough for the two of them. A line of discarded clothing led to the mattress, where the two women collapsed in a sweaty, **** embrace. There wasn't any room for elaborate positions, and the two women's legs were entwined, thighs rubbing against each other's slits, hard nipples pressed against each other, lips locked as their tongues wrestled, swapping spit, breath hot, hands clutching, squeezing, stroking.

"Uh...uhhh...UHHH!" Lois gasped as the hard muscle of Luma's thigh crushed against her pussy. Electric shivers ran up Lois Lane's spine, her hips shifting on their own, her whole body clutching against the blonde alien demigoddess that moved against her, with her, hungry lips sucking the sweat from her collarbone, hands that grasped the reporter's buttocks and crushed the, forcing noises from Lois Lane she had never made with anyone...

<<Biological analysis complete.>> The computer announced in a voice not unlike that of Majel Barett. <<Sample consists of 99.8% Kryptonian female pheromones by volume.>>

"What...what is the effect of Kryptonian pheromones on...Starylite biology?" Luma gasped, as Lois buried her face between the blonde's breasts.

<<Female Kryptonian pheromones act as sex-specific aphrodisiace in Starylites and related humanoid species.>> The computer said. <<Warning: Repeated exposure can lead to permanent shift in sexual preference.>>

Luma Lynai took this news stoically.

"Well. It's not like I didn't like women before...oh gods, right there, right there!" The blonde moaned. Lois had one pink nipple in her mouth, sucking on the Superwoman's teat like a baby while her fingers rubbed the blonde's clit.

There were worse fates than to be a lesbian, Luma Lynai thought.

On Faora's Ship

"NOOOOOoooo..." Zod's voice shifted to a higher pitch as the red light played over his body.

Ursa watched in fascination. Zod's skeletal structure changed first—chest slimming, long bones constricting, the face growing more triangular, hips widening—and then the distribution of muscles and fat shifted. She saw his muscles become less defined, a pleasing plumpness rounding out the ass. The chest, where the sensors were planted, filled out, softening an pushing against the sensors as the new B-cups formed, the nipples especially thick and prominent, the areola puffy.

Down between the general's legs, the flaccid and empty tube and sack that had once been his manhood was drawn inside the body. Ursa watched with fascination as the genitalia inverted...and then the labia began to become more defined, and a small clitoris poked through a newborn clitoral hood. Zod's new vagina was little more than a tight line in a puffy mound between her legs.

Yet there was one thing that Ursa hadn't counted on. The extra mass required for the change came from Zod's own body—and the new Kryptonian woman's wrists and ankles were now thinner than they were a moment ago.

Thin enough to slip out of the electronic bonds that held her.