End: Lois Lane Gets More Intense...And Bigger

Whatever Maria had expected, she was unprepared for Lois Lane throwing her new weight around...and every moment, it seemed like there was more of Lois.

Soft, pillowy tits hung down from the reporter's chest, to almost smother the young woman. Formerly dainty fingers stuffed themselves into Maria's pussy. Maria opened her mouth to scream, but Lois Lane's mouth covered her own. It wasn't that Lois Lane suddenly became obese...her flesh was soft, but firm. Maria's hands sank into an ass that was suddenly measured in feet instead of inches. Breasts that had been comparable to lemons and apples were now like cantaloupes and melons.

When Lois broke the kiss, it was to hear Maria moan. The reporter had three fingers stuffed inside Maria's twat, and the strength had gone out of the young woman. The reporter grinned savagely.

"Tell me...who you're working for..." Lois said breathlessly.

Maria fought, but it was like trying to push against a sumo wrestler. There was muscle beneath the soft layer of blubber that made Lois Lane's curves stand out from her body, and the reporter knew how to fight on the ground. Knew too, have to nibble on Maria's ear, to squeeze those pierced nipples. Men would focus only on penetration, try to stuff more and more into Maria's holes, but Lois was a woman, and knew a woman's needs. All the other ways to stimulate her.

"L-LexCorp!" Maria gasped, with about as much resistance as wet toilet paper. "I...I work for LexCorp. S-supposed to be a hon-honeypot. S-seduce single women...feed them something in their drinks...expose them..."

In the Monitoring Room

"She's telling Lane everything!" Mercy Graves said aghast, as she stared at the screen.

"Let her," Lex Luthor said, evenly. "The room is sealed. Amnesiacs are on standby. Tomorrow morning, Lois Lane will wake up from her night out with no memory whatsoever of having even stepped inside this club, smelling like tequila and with the mother of all hangovers. What I'm interested in are the effects of the red kryptonite. Do you see?"

The bald scientist pointed at the soft swell of the reporter's arm on screen.

"She's absorbing ambient light energy and moisture, but the texture of her skin has changed. More elastic. It looks like fat, it's stored like fat, but when this wears off, I'll bet that extra mass will literally evaporate off of Lois Lane." he said.

"What if you're wrong?" Mercy Graves said. "What if she wakes up tomorrow weighing two hundred pounds, with tits the size of her head and an ass like a helipad?"

Lex Luthor grinned savagely. "Then that will be valuable data, too."

Lois Lane's fingers had pruned by the time she extracted the final answer from Maria. The young woman lay in a puddle of her own pussy-juice, body still twitching in the throes of her last of an uncountable number of climaxes. The reporter suspected that Maria had a weakness of big women.

"I hope so," the reporter said as she hauled her bulk up to squat over Maria's face. "Because before I leave, I need you to finish me off."

The descending ass eclipsed the light. The air grew close as the soft, hot pillows pressed against Maria's face. Her tongue disppeared between the fat labia. It was like something from the smutty fanfics Maria wrote.

In the end, neither of them noticed the gas being pumped into the room. Not until Lois collapsed onto Maria, and the men in bio-hazard suits had to file in and roll Lois off of Maria before the young woman suffocated between the reporter's thunderous thighs. It took four strong men to lift the naked reporter into the waiting cab, where Mercy Graves searched for a vein to stab the syringe in.

Hackers were already at work turning off security cameras as the small team carried the reporter back to her apartment. Graves wiped and sanitized the reporter's phone. Someone else spritzed the sleeping, naked woman with tequila. With calm and professional efficiency they erased any trace of Lois Lane's night out, and themselves.

Mercy was the last one in the bedroom. Lois Lane had begun to snore. The great tits wobbled dangerously. The bodyguard licked her lips...and stole forward, just a step. Reached out and let her gloved hand squeeze, her fingers sinking into that mass of tit-flesh. In her sleep, Lois gave out a little moan.

"Fat slut," Mercy whispered, and then she turned, the door was closed and locked...and they were gone.

The hours went by. Lois Lane's swollen frame continued to fill out. Her navel deepened as her soft pooch of a belly pushed out. The thigh gap closed, and then was lost. Bed springs slowly sang as the reporter's weight increased. If Lex Luthor was right, then when the Red Kryptonite wore off, Lois Lane would once more become her thin and svelte self, the extra mass just evaporating. If Luthor was wrong...

The bed creaked. The sun stirred sluggishly over Metropolis. Lois Lane slept on, in dreamless sleep...and when she awoke, she might be in for quite the shock.