End: Lois Goes Right to the Radiation Labs

Later, Lois Lane would go over her choice to go right instead of left. It was clear that her thought processes were impaired, though at the time she wasn't aware how badly Lex Luthor's retrovirus had addled her mind. She only remembered the feverish heat that caused her to stumble down the hallway, the aching need that made her pussy throb with barely coherent need.

Perhaps there was something in the changes already happening in her body that drove Lois Lane on. Or just some gut-level journalistic instinct, perverted by the sickness that the madman had infected her with. That was inserting snippets of Kryptonian DNA in each cell of her body. Not enough to give her super-powers. Not enough to make her leap tall buildings with a single bound, faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive...

...but when she pushed that final set of doors opened and stumbled onto their experiment in process. All they had been waiting for was Lois Lane herself.

Lex Luthor was behind the screen, black goggles over his eyes, his bald head shiny in the weird red light. She saw the huge device that hung suspended from the ceiling, like a great cone of cables and polished chrome rings, with a chunk of red crystal at the apex. The reporter distinctly remembered seeing him mouth a word, before the motors shifted the cone so that it pointed at the reporter. Lois stared cross-eyed at the crystal as it began to glow.

Then the red kryptonite struck Lois Lane directly in the chest.

In the first moment, there was heat. Pain. The reporter's hair and clothes evaporated in a burst of flames. Lois Lane barely registered the stink of charred leather and cotton. Yet her naked breasts seemed to absorb the incandescent crimson beam like a sponge. Lois Lane stood there, eyes instinctively shut, arms before her face.

Until she realized she didn't have to anymore.

There was no pain.

Lois Lane felt as though she was sunbathing on a beach in the south of France. She opened her eyes and stared down at her body. Red light spilled from beneath her skin. Her heart, as lambent as a small red sun, pulsed visibly between the dark shadows of her ribs. The reporter looked up, into the crystal at the apex of the device, that smoked from the energy being poured through it.

She could almost hear it sing. Could almost discern the unique vibration of the isotope, the exact frequency of the radiation that poured from it, that washed into her thirsty flesh. Not quite sure why, the reporter's curiosity got the better of her and she reached up and touched the incandescent stone.

Something burst inside of the great metal cone. The red kryptonite exploded outwards in her hand, a billion tiny shards of crystal that embedded themselves in her skin...and were swiftly absorbed. Sparks exploded and cascaded from parts of the machine, and she saw Lex Luthor silently curse, then run...

The naked reporter glowed from within. Her mind overwhelmed by the new information that flowed into her senses. The feeling of power that accompanied every movement. The aches, pains, and exhaustion of her night out had vanished from her body, which burned with a ruddy red light. Lois Lane studied her own hand, her sight zooming in as she saw the microscopic pieces of crystal bond with cells already bursting with red kryptonite radiation.

"I'm the Red Kryptonite Woman," Lois Lane said aloud, marvelling at the new tenor of her own voice. Then she lowered one burning hand to her dripping snatch. Her pubic hair fell away as carbonized dust, and her naked vulva pulsed with need...and power.

Lois Lane had never heard the words "With great power comes great responsibility." Her fingers gathered the radioactive honey that dripped from her lips, and she brought it up to her mouth for a taste. Terrible need racked her body, and as Lois turned to leave, she did not think about the women she had come here to find, or Lex Luthor and his strange experiments.

No, the Red Kryptonite Woman knew only that she wanted—needed—to get fucked. And all of Metropolis would not sate the hunger between her thighs, the burning need that could shrivel a cock to a cinder in seconds, or leave a normal human woman's face with radiation burns.

Fortunately, those who saw her knew enough to flee a glowing, naked woman. A few called the police. From the police band, Batman picked up the signal. The Justice League was scrambled.

By the time the Red Kryptonite Woman hit the street, the first of them were arriving. With her superhuman vision, Lois Lane could see the red cape of Supergirl flutter in the sky like a bird. The transformed reporter licked her lips, eager to see what effect her red kryptonite radiation had on her.

The blonde landed in a perfect three-point landing, not even cracking the asphalt of the street. As she stood up, Lois Lane focused her eyes on the golden S-shield. Red light sprayed out, to give the pale skin a ruddy glow.

Then Supergirl's tits exploded. The pert B-cups shredded the shirt as they instantly multiplied in size. The blonde stared down horrified as gravity took hold on her tits, each now the size of a full-grown watermelon...and, apparently, sensitive. The Red Kryptonite Woman covered the distance between them in three strides, and as those glowing hands sank into the pillowy, growing tits, the blonde dropped to her knees, moaning in ecstasy as a spontaneous climax erupted through the young woman's body.

"I'm so glad you're legally old enough to fuck," the Red-K Woman muttered as she grabbed Supergirl's head. All the fight seemed to have gone out of the young heroine as Lois Lane lifted one leg over the blonde's shoulder and pressed her glowing, radioactive slit against the Kryptonian's face. "Eat my cunt, Superslut!"

Later, when Lois Lane had recovered something of her sanity, they would agree that the trauma of her transformation had temporarily unseated her mind. That the sudden, massive increase in sensitivity of Supergirl's breasts had made the reporter's lust infectious. That the sudden Sapphic episode was both of them acting beyond their control.

Still, it was an odd scene when the rest of the Justice League arrived to find Supergirl's tongue buried in Lois Lane's burning pussy, the asphalt melting as the heat that emanated from the reporter's body rose and rose as she approached climax. They were fortunate that Green Lantern threw a protective bubble around them both before the intense burst of red kryptonite radiation that accompanied Supergirl sucking on the Red-K Woman's clit burned them all to ash where they stood.

Lois Lane was still glowing, when they felt it was safe to lower the bubble, but not as much. She huddled in Supergirl's red cape, and no one could tell that the reporter was blushing. Supergirl, for her part, had a friendly arm around the reporter as they guided her toward S.T.A.R. Labs, for analysis and treatment...and it was only with her superhuman hearing that Lois Lane heard Wonder Woman whisper.

"So, I guess Supergirl found her klitonite."

The reporter's cheeks burned a little brighter...but she knew the Amazon wasn't wrong.