End: They Are Her Obedient Minions, Addicted To Her Exhalations

The three froze. Eyes dilated. Mac and George so stiff Lois Lane thought they might explode if anything touched their throbbing erections. Aimee's nipples stood out like a pair of erasers. All of them had a sort of listless, dazed look about them, as if they were high.

"Mistress," Aimee said. The young woman blinked slowly. "Can I...sniff your farts?"

A quiver of revulsion went through the bound reporter. At first, she was prepared to flatly deny this—and then she hesitated. Decided on another gambit.

"If you untie me," the reporter said. "Then you can huff as much as you like."

It was obscene, how quickly the three undid the bonds. Lois Lane sat up and pulled out the leads. To her consternation, a good deal of the strange chemicals had already been emptied into her body. The reporter looked up and down her arms. The skin, normally a bright and healthy pink, was pallid and slightly green, the veins darker than they should be.

Worse, her tits ached. The reporter stared down at the green nipples. The wounds had already closed, but her breasts were definitely swollen.

About as big as Poison Ivy's, Lois thought to herself, with a frown, and shuddered at the implications. The villain really had planned to turn Lois Lane into some kind of clone of her.

A cutting from the same branch, the thought came to Lois, so natural that it took the reporter a moment to realize how unlike her it was to think in botanical terms.

"Mistress," Aimee fell onto her knees beside the table. "Please...you promised..."

The reporter's face twisted in disdain—and she had no idea how much time she had—but she had promised.

"Fine. But just a few minutes. You two, find me some clothes."

Lois slid off the table and, face flushed, pulled her ass cheeks apart. Was it just her imagination, or was her rear fuller and plusher than it had been when she had first been tied to the table? Aimee wasted no time and buried her face in the reporter's backside, nose stuck squarely in the crack of the reporter's ass. She snorted long and deep, like a cocaine addict ripping a line in a bathroom.

The worst part was, Lois could feel the little pressure down below. The tell-tale gurgle in her colon. A small ladypoot about to be unleashed right in Aimee's face. For a moment, Lois considered pulling away, or at least giving her a warning.

Then she saw her labia. Her pubic hair had grown out, impossibly. In just a few minutes, her carefully trimmed ladygarden had become a full-flowered bush—but most striking of all was that the hair was red. As red as Poison Ivy's.

It was no wonder that Lois let out a little frrrrt straight into Aimee's face. What shocked Lois was the loud snort as the green-haired young woman sucked in air through her nostrils at the same time. As if to inhale the gassy expulsion straight into her brain.

Only to collapse onto the ground, grinning and twitching, lost in the throes of an ecstasy Lois Lane couldn't describe.

Thirty seconds later, Mac and George returned...with one of Poison Ivy's spare outfits and a trenchcoat.

The reporter frowned—but at least she could deal with this.

When Poison Ivy came down to the lab later, she found it empty. Already, the villain looked older. There were lines on her face that hadn't been there before, the skin sagged on her arms and grey strands to her hair, which hung limp and dull. She smiled as she placed a hand where Lois Lane had lain. A part of Ivy could feel the piece of herself she had grafted onto Lois Lane spread. The seed of herself, in its new soil. Lois Lane wouldn't even realize what was happening as it grew and grew...not until Poison Ivy broke through again, into the blossom of her new form.

Until then, Aimee, Mac, and George would serve her needs. Keep her safe.

Tired, Poison Ivy sank down, like a tree rotten at the core, collapsing into itself. Her eyes grew unfocused as through the Green, her spirit slipped out and away.

Little did Lois Lane know, when she began this night out, who and what she would become. Yet she would know soon. Poison Ivy was gone...and in her place would rise Poison Liana.