Green

Green light flooded the White Room.

Lois Lane's world became pain.

Her skin burned as though she stepped naked under the noon day sun in ****'s Valley. She reeled away from the cum bucket, holding her hands in front of her eyes to block out the hateful light. Yet it seemed there was nowhere to escape it. The heat was creeping deeper inside her every moment, penetrating her flesh.

"Biometrics are going crazy," Mercy Graves reported.

"Not surprising," Lex Luthor said. "Green kryptonite poisoning causes severe stress. Although it will be hours before her bodily systems shut down."

Lois felt like she was going to puke. The heat was building inside of her, guts churning. Half-blind she crawled toward the door, pounding against it with her bare fists—too shocked to note how the metal deformed against her blows. Between her legs, the cock sloughed off, the once-sensitive flesh half-melted into a pile of green sludge...and her pussy began to burn and glow.

"Kryptonite radiation surge inside the chamber!" Mercy blared.

"We're flooding the chamber with Kryptonite radiation, Mercy." Luthor said.

"Not green, sir! Red!"

As Lois pounded against the door, hearing the metal squeal, the heat reached the very center of her. She could feel it in her brain. In that moment, she became the heat. Embraced it. Felt it radiate out from her body, like after a bad sunburn. When that happened, the pain stopped.

Luthor stabbed at the controls.

"Incredible. Her hybrid anatomy has adapted to the Kryptonite radiation and altered it to something she can process. She's absorbed it...she's generating it." On screen, they could see the naked reporter tear the door off its hinges. Her whole body glowed a soft, radioactive pink.

"She's become the Pink Kryptonite Woman."

Mercy tapped at the screen. "We've got a lock on the frequency of the Kryptonite radiation she's emitting. We should be able to track her."

A slow, cruel smile split the mad scientist's lips. "Us? No. We still need to see if this affects Kryptonians like real Kryptonite. Mercy, get me the phone. This looks like a job for..."