Four Hundred Pounds

The crimson light bathed the reporter. All over, her sagging skin tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation, like a foot that had fallen asleep and now circulation was restored and the blood flowed back into the tissues. Lois Lane closed her eyes and tilted back her head, to welcome the light into her tissues.

Just a few pounds. Just enough to smooth out the wrinkles, fill out her sagging breasts and buttocks. Not to look like a hag.

The sunlamps burned, but to Lois Lane it felt like nothing more than being out on a beach on a warm summer day. She almost pictured herself filling out, as the pins and needles sensation intensified.

Then something exploded.

Lois opened her eyes to see a shower of sparks rain down from whatever was holding the chunk of kryptonite up, which fell down and landed at her feet. The radioactive ruby-like gem shattered into shards. Lois let out an instinctive yelp as shivers of the alien mineral pierced her flesh...and then she remembered the warning about duration of exposure.

Lois sat down and tried to use her fingernails to pick out each glass-like crimson shard...but her flesh was already beginning to swell. She could see her arms and legs plump up as she ran suddenly-pudge fingers over them, searching for the tiny wounds and squeezy out the little pieces, the wound sealing as the fat piled onto her frame. Within minutes, Lois was aware that her once-smooth stomach had rounded out into a pooch, and was developing the characteristic fold of a belly-roll. Her sagging tits still sagged, but now they hand down full, the pink nipples in the middle of grotesquely stretched areolas.

Muscles in the reporter's back and shoulders complained as the fat cells inside her divided and divided again. Lois found herself struggling to breathe she picked a particularly large shard out of the base of her foot, thighs already huge and taut. She reached up to scratch under her neck...and felt the characteristic fold of fat that hung down and bespoke a second or third chin.

Too late, Lois gave up trying to extricate the shards and simply sought distance. She heaved herself up to her feet, and as her thighs and legs ached, she became aware of how truly obese she had become. Her heart hammered and her body wobbled, big belly hanging over her pussy and pressing against her thighs as she waddled toward the door.

By the time she reached the door, the reporter had collapsed onto her knees. The smooth fat of her arms and legs began to sag into folds as her weight passed the four hundred pound mark. Lois could feel her stomach drag across the ground as she crawled forward. Her body was hot and she could feel the sweet trickle into the deep folds of her skin...her swollen tits hung like watermelons, nipples brushing the ground, and Lois could only imagine that her immense ass must look like the back end of a rhino, the massive flabby cheeks molded into the top of the thighs, a single dark crack proclaiming the division.

Inside of her was the skeleton of a woman who had weighed only 95 pounds only minutes ago...but as she collapsed near the door, the reporter's weight had almost quintupled. She felt like a single massive ball of flab, hot, sore, barely able to breathe or move at all...

...and worse than that, she was suddenly, ravenously hungry.

Which is when someone opened the door.