End: Superman Fucks Supergirl Fucking Lois Lane

Pink light glowed in Supergirl's eyes. The blonde heroine's pale skin reflected the pink light that emanated from Lois Lane's skin—Lois Lane, who was being speared by the cock that Supergirl had grown, the young woman transformed by the pink kryptonite radiation that was being emitted by the reporter's body.

Yet what concerned Lois was the figure that came up behind Supergirl. Even as the superheroine stretched the Pink Kryptonite Woman's legs wide, so that she could thrust her big dick deep inside the glowing radioactive morass of Lois Lane's pussy, behind her Superman floated forward...and his eyes were the same pink, glowing pink veins beneath the skin on his face. The reporter opened her mouth, and it was like opening a furnace, pink light spilling over them both...

The reporter felt the moment of entry. Superman's cock sliding into his young, twenty-something cousin. The reporter didn't know if it was pussy or ass, all she knew was Supergirl hissed, her cock was pushed deep inside Lois, to its uttermost limits...and then she was pinned beneath the humping cousins.

Superman's eyes glowed pink as her stared down at Lois, and the Pink Kryptonite Woman had the strange, terrible sensation that he was trying to fuck Lois through Supergirl. Each thrust of his hips pushed Kara in deep, and Supergirl moaned like a whore as she was squashed in between Lois and her cousin. Sandwiched between them, fucking and being fucked...and Lois Lane realized she had no escape. Not from these two Kryptonians that was locked so tightly, so intently, together.

They moved like animals...and Lois, trapped beneath them, her cunt plundered hard, could only watch as the pink kryptonite affected them. The lines growing beneath their skin...but there were other, subtler changes. The S-shield on Supergirl's chest began to deform as her breasts slowly swelled. Superman's features softened, shifted. The reporter, her cunny hot as magma, spilling radioactive pussy juice onto the mattress which blackened and smoked, could see his chest growing to. She wondered what was happening to them, what it must feel like...

...because from her, it was like a fever dream. The harder they pounded the reporter, the hotter her body got. The brighter she glowed. Already, the pink light filled the room, shining out of the window into the Metropolis night. Lois gasped and writhed. Her burning hands clutched at her lovers...and the super-fabric burned away at her touch, costumes falling away in shreds so that she could see Supergirl's grossly swollen breasts, and the budding boobs on Superman's broad, masculine chest.

Her burning hands clutched at Supergirl's tits, sinking into the soft flesh...and the young dickgirl screamed, veins through her body growing pink...Superman howled, speeding up his thrust, until Supergirl couldn't even bring her cock out of the reporter's burning pink cunt, the dick lodged there into its utmost, vibrating fiercely...and Lois felt the sense of anticipation grow inside of her...more and more, and her abdomen burne, her cunny actually aching as though a red-hot poker had stabbed into the core of her, and the remainder of the bedding burst into pink flames, the metal springs melting beneath her body as the **** of the pounding increased...

Lois didn't even remember the moment she went over the edge. She only remembered the primal scream that ripped out of her throat. The pulse of pink light that burst forth, eliminating everything else...obliterating even consciousness...

...and when she awoke, it was trapped underneath two naked dickgirls, in the scorched remains of Clark Kent's apartment. She held up a hand, and it was a normal, pale skin. Not glowing. The bed was gone, so that Lois lay in a pit of blackened charcoal, back aching. Blonde and black hair spilled in her face. Her two lovers were ****, but there were no more pink glowing veins. They seemed to be alive...breathing normally...but Lois wasn't strong enough to pull them off of her.

Daylight shown through where the balcony had been blown out by the **** of a blast...and a figure leaned over Lois. It was a nondescript Nuclear-Biologica-Chemical suit in black and grey...except it had two black triangles sticking up on either side of the head.

"Good morning, Miss Lane," Batman said. "We're going to try and get you out of there. I have a few questions for you."

Lois gave him a thumb's up. "One thing," she croaked, her throat incredibly dry. "Can I get some ice cream?"

"Certainly," he said. "What flavor?"

"It doesn't matter," Lois said. Then thought to add: "It's for my pussy."

The reporter sank back against the smooth, glassy hole she had burned as the Pink Kryptonite Woman...she closed her eyes, wondering what the hell had happened last night. What Lex Luthor had done to her, and what she had done to Superman and Supergirl...and what awaited them in the future. Because her night out was over...but she felt the consequences might last for a long time to come.