End: Lois Wants Jessica Rabbit Curves

"You know...Jessica Rabbit?" Lois Lane said, her voice small and weak. The reporter felt uncharacteristically bold and helpless at the same time. If the crystal could do what Maria said...if Lois could have the body she always wanted...the reporter pushed thoughts of the missing women into the back of her brain for a while.

"Sure thing, baby," Maria said. "A real hourglass figure. Let's see what we can do."

Lois stood up, arms and legs spread out as Maria went to work. The rough edge of the crystal swiped along the reporter's hips. The pins-and-needles sensation followed each touch, and then a sense of tightness as the firm fat swelled beneath the skin. That was when Lois began to understand that something was different, because it wasn't just fat. As Maria single-mindedly ran the crystal over the same lines, again and again, with an eye toward the reporter's proportions, Lois could feel the tingle penetrate deeper...and things in her body shifted. Hips widened. Muscles toned.

What is it really doing to me? Lois wondered...but then, satisfied with the reporter's hips, Maria returned to the reporter's breasts.

There was a single-minded dedication in Maria's eyes as she slowly circled the reporter's teats with the crystal. Lois stared, almost afraid to breathe as the careful transformation shifted the very shape as well as the size of her tits. The half-teardrop shape elongated, to become more torpedo like, though the reporter knew she'd need a corset or something to really get the jutting tits that were the hallmark of her favorite cartoon character.

Still, once again she could feel that the tingle did more than just add a bit of fat. The muscles that kept her breasts from dropping down to her navel had to be stronger now. She couldn't really feel the added weight of her tits on her shoulders either, even though Lois could feel the added tension on her skin.

I'm getting stronger, Lois realized.

"Now your butt," Maria said, and stepped around the reporter.

As the young woman focused on running her kryptonite over the reporter's derriere, Lois Lane's hands explored her tits, which stood out so far from her chest they looked like implants...but they were real. Squishy. The reporter's fingers sanky into her titflesh, luxuriated in the impossible boobs, unable to even guess what her cup and band size must be now. They were smaller than her head but bigger than cantaloupes...

The reporter gave her nipples and experimental tweak...and nearly ruined Maria's hard work on Lois Lane's new ghetto booty as she collapsed onto her knees. Her pussy squirted onto the floor uncontrollably, and Lois sucked in air.

Sweet Christ on a bike, they're so sensitive! Lois thought.

"Yes. A side effect," a male voice broke in.

Lois Lane's nipples brushed the carpet as she lay on all fours, and the tingle of even that brief contact made it hard to think...but her eyes focused on the custom black leather dress shoes, shiny and bespoke by some Italian artiste of men's footwear, tied not with strings but small gold pins like cufflinks, shaped like a double-L.

Her eyes followed up the tailored grey pinstripe silk suit pants...stopped for a moment to gaze at the bulge that was apparent down the left pants leg...and then up, up, up past the vest, the tie, to the bald head that gazed down at her.

Lex Luthor, in the flesh.

"God, she's perfect," Maria said as she slapped the reporter's ass...and it was all Lois could do not to howl, her fingers clutched onto the carpet for dear life as she squirted again, the hot juices ran down her thighs. From his vantage, Luthor could admire the reporter's new, cartoonish curves.

"I'm sure by now you've put together that there was something in your drink—a little genetic cocktail of mine. Retroviruses throughout your system, giving you just enough Kryptonian DNA to be affected by Kryptonite. There are still a few quirks in the process. You noticed that pins and needles sensation? The red kryptonite radiation effects the nerves first, sends information to your brain. A small chunk of radioactive crystal by itself can't do much, but Kryptonian anatomy is amazingly adaptive. I could make you grow wings...change gender...infinite possibilities."

Lois couldn't talk. Maria's mouth was on her super-sensitive ass, the teeth playfully bit into the thick, meaty flesh, and the reporter was utterly helpless as her body shuddered in uncontrollable orgasms.

"I had hoped for military applications," Lex said. "But our test subjects so far...no doubt you came to find them...have all shown super-sensitivity. They climax at nearly any sensation. I suspect that their nerves are now operating at Kryptonian levels...but without the lifetime of self-control that Superman has developed, they are utterly debilitated by the slightest sexual contact. Indeed, they're basically nymphomaniacs at this point."

The reporter could only utter a long moan as Maria's tongue found her cunt. Lois drooled uncontrollably. Her body spasmed as her brain gave itself over to the uncontrollable sensations that afflicted her pussy, her ass, her tits...

"We'll have to keep you under observation for a while," Luthor said. "You might still have some value as sex worker. Maria will stay with you to handle your conditioning."

"Thank you, Mister Luthor!" Maria said eagerly as her upper body straightened up, and she pointed one end of the double dildo at the reporter's sopping slit.

"Of course. You've done a wonderful job with Miss Lane on her night out," Luthor said with a smile...and he turned and left then. Left Lois as Maria grabbed her wrists and pulled the reporter's torso back, so that her huge Jessica Rabbit tits could bob as the dildo slid in and out of her supersensitive cunt, the wet smack-smack-smack of their hips hitting echoed throughout the room...and as every thought except her burning pussy fled from Lois Lane's head, she realized she was truly fucked.