End: She Becomes Lois Kong

"Grrrr..." Lois Lane gave a throaty growl as she straightened up...and Maria, eyes wide, found herself being lifted off of the ground, legs held askew, a tongue suddenly thick as a prime beef steak lapping at her slit.

The ape-like reporter simply seemed to swell. The dark fur on her naked body seemed to drink in the light. Her feet shifted, toes expanding until they curled around like that of a chimpanzee, her big toes thumb-like. Bones creaked and cracked, muscle piling on muscle as the formerly petite reporter grew bigger...and bigger...until she stooped against the ceiling, huge violet eyes focused on the almost doll-like figure of the naked woman between her hands.

In Lex Luthor's lab, an alarm began to go off...and Maria, feeling a tongue the size of a full-grown doberman lap over her crotch, began to writhe and scream.

Though not in horror.

"Mister Luthor!" Mercy Graves grabbed the scientist by the arm and physically pulled him toward the door. "We have to go! Containment won't hold!"

"But the numbers...this is unprecedented!" Luthor gasped. "The conversion of energy to mass is almost perfect! How big is she going to get?"

Outside the club, the street cracked. Cars spun away from the gaping sinkhole as the pavement fell in. Crowds on the sidewalk and neighboring buildings whipped out their phones as the massive hole spread and spread...and caught the first glimpse of the great, leathery black hand, bigger than a small car, that reached up out of the darkness. They caught sight of the sloping, low-browed forehead, the vivid violet eyes, the flaring nostrils...and, as the giant ape heaved herself one-handed out of the pit, they saw the swollen dark dugs and damp patch between its legs that marked it out as female...and the very naked, writhing form grasped in one hand.

On the street, the giant ape-thing stretched itself to its full height and thumped its chest. Maria hung on for dear life, a stupid giddy grin on her face, hair a muss...only vaguely aware that many smartphones were fixed on her bared breasts.

With a loping gate, the massive ape that was Lois Lane lurched down the street. She did not deliberately step on anyone, but cars caught in her path were overturned or crushed. Her nostrils flared, nipples hard in the clear moonlight. Instinct directed her toward the central park in Metropolis, its artificial pond beautiful in the moonlight...

Lois Lane gave a plaintive "Oook," as she settled down on the shore of the lake. Lifted Maria up to her shoulder and let the woman climb out of her hand.

"Look, I don't know how this relationship is going to work," the naked woman said. "But if you want me ot return the favor, I'm going to need a wet suit."

Police helicopters circled the park. The great lady-ape was vaguely aware of the necklace of sparkling red and blue lights as the cops cordoned off the park, and news teams set up their cameras to give live reports. Lois frowned at that. Something about that misliked her. She felt that any reporter worth their salt would come right up and...

A blue figure with a red cape fluttering in the wind zipped down to hover in the air in front of her. The great violet eyes crossed as they looked at the figure hovering just beyond her snout...and then widened in recognition.

"Okay...I don't want to hurt you..." Superman said. "Just stay nice and calm, and we'll..."

The Man of Steel was unprepared for the swiftness of Lois Lane's new reflexes...and for what happened next.

At the edge of the park, a blonde smiled vacantly into a camera, half-turned towards it.

"As you can see, Superman has made contact with the giant gorilla...thing...wait...something's happening. She's grabbed him! The giant ape has grabbed Superman! The naked woman on her shoulder is clutching on for dear life! But don't worry folks, I'm sure Superman will break free any moment. The ape is...what is she doing? Oh. Oh my. Cut, cut! We can't show that on camera!"

Yet it was too late. The great ape had its legs splayed jamming her fist between her legs. The stiff form of the Man of Tomorrow plunged head-first into a dark, damp, hairy pit. Holding his breath as he plunged past the great dark curtains of her labia. Feeling the crush of those mammoth walls as the great ape-like fingers worked him in and out...

Lois Lane's animalistic cries of passion rang out over the entire city.

Until dawn.

When she awoke, on the shore of the pond, naked and next to another naked woman, who was snoring gently. The reporter's head pounded. Superman, his hair tousled and glazed as though he had been victim of an attack by some criminal who specialized in mousse, took off his cape and laid it across the reporter's naked form. She gave an embarrassed grin.

"What...happened last night?" She said, wincing in pain as her head throbbed. Her whole body felt two sizes too small. "I remember I was at a club...I had a drink..."

Superman gave a little smile. "You had a...wild night out, Lois."

He looked away and waved the SWAT team back, giving them the all-clear sign.

"Did we..." she blinked at him, and then at the woman next to her. "I just feel...like I got really..."

"Let's just say, we were intimate," Superman said. "When you're up for it, I think we need coffee and breakfast."

"Coffee," Lois murmured. "Coffee sounds good...and maybe a banana..."