End: The Kryptonite Transformation Ends Early

It was all going so well, from a certain perspective. Lex Luthor studied the data as it streamed in from above, the red kryptonite flux from the double-headed reporter's body, and that of her double-dicked partner Adonia. The shifting biomarkers of body heat indicated arousal, the soft moans that came from Lois Lane's left-head, the absolute disgust registered by the expression of her right head. The way the twin vaginas lubricated and stretched to accommodate the double penetration of one of them.

Then an alarm sounded.

"Red kryptonite flux spike!" A technician shouted out. "The new cellular matrix is collapsing!"

Lex Luthor head the technobabble, but his eyes were focused on the screen. On what was happening.

Down below, Adonia pumped away. She had never felt anything so tight, her doubled dicks slipping and sliding past each other as she pushed her cocks in and out of one of the reporter's cunts. Doing her best to be gentle, but unable to hold back her full strength as one arm gripped her shoulder hard, one leg wrapped itself around hers. Lois Lane's left head was totally into it, her mouth leaving hickies on Adonia's neck...while the other half of Lois Lane laid there, limp as a corpse, face turned away, eyes shut, trying to ignore it.

Except Adonia could tell that both heads felt everything the other did. The doubly-endowed dickgirl grinned savagely as she reached down with one hand to grind their doubly-sensitive clit, watched the reporter's faces flush, their shared chest heaving. Dimly, Adonia wondered if she could get them to cum at the same time.

Then the double-headed woman beneath her stiffened and screamed.

Adonia wasn't sure she could describe what happened, exactly. The two heads didn't exactly slam together. Yet they were drawn together, the split spine fusing, like a zipper being zipped. For a moment of panic, the two faces were cheek-to-cheek, each brain separate, feeling their ears pressed against one another...and then there was a horrific moment as skin and bone seemed to half-collapse an rot away, solid flesh running like liquid as the two halves of Lois Lane's two heads joined back together as one.

Yet what made Adonia scream is what happened to the reporter's cunt.

For a brief moment, there was a sensation of space. The thin wall between the two pussies collapsed, and the dickgirl's twin cocks had room to spread out, which they immediately did, plunging in deeper than before. Then the single massive, conjoined pussy attempted to return to its original tight configuration.

The primal yell of pain that rattle the windows of the observation chamber echoed the shock of two cocks caught suddenly in a biological vise. Both pricks were crushed, jizz spurting out as the blood-swollen tissues. With a wrench, Adonia pulled her pricks free...the shafts hanging limp, a livid purple mottled with black where the flesh was bruised.

Lois Lane lay there, eyes crossed, jizz leaking out of her pussy, breasts heaving...

"What...what the fuck..." She swore in utter shock. Then she grabbed her head in both hands and rolled onto the side.

With a sigh, Lex Luthor pressed a button to flood the test chamber with narcotic gas. Another failed experiment. He'd hoped for a more permanent transformation.

"Prepare the amnesiacs. Get her out of here."

Lois Lane woke up the next morning in her own apartment, still dressed, with no memory of having gotten there. The reporter's head pounded. She reeked of booze. Her mouth tasted like something had died inside of it. Worse, her pussy felt sticky and sore. As the reporter staggered into the bathroom, she tried and failed to remember what had happened last night...but it was like a hole in her memory. A complete blank.

Not like me to get black-out drunk, Lois thought to herself. Her left hand reached out and grabbed both of her toothbrushes, the one with the soft bristles and the one with the hard bristles. Her right grabbed the toothpaste. Left and right hands worked in **** synchronicity. Hungover, the reporter put paste on both brushes and taking one in either hand, began to brush her teeth...each hand working in perfect time with the other.

Lois wasn't even aware something was wrong until her eyes began to move in separate directions, each focusing on a different part of the mirror, processing different things...and then they both stared straight ahead and realized what she was doing...and wondered how she was doing it.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Lois Lane said...and heard the odd doubling in her voice, like two people speaking at once, in slightly different registers. Her head throbbed and she stared at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what was going on...unaware, just then, how permanent some of the changes the red kryptonite had made to her really were.

She would find out...but that is another story.