Her Clit Has Just Begun Mutating

Lois Lane's clit throbbed, and the bottomless reporter could not help but rub it as she tip-toed through the carpeted corridor. It was impossible for her not to touch it. Whenever she let up for a moment, it began to burn, and only continual stimulation seemed to do anything to ease the itchy need between her legs, above the blackened labia.

"Need some sort of cream or something," the reporter muttered under her breath as she checked the doorknobs—but each was locked, the room in use, and Lois moved on.

There was something wrong, and she knew it. Her fingers could feel it. The clit was as big as her thumb now, and there were odd nubs or nodules. Lois found herself squeeze the spongy thing and almost screamed. She sagged against a wall, her knees trembled. There was a damp circle in the carpet at her feet where she had squirted uncontrollably. Yet as soon as she recovered, Lois stroked it again. Not so hard, but her fingers dug into the flesh, and the clit continued to grow.

It became difficult for Lois to think, to concentrate. Every few steps, she would sag against the wall, and a line of wet spots on the carpet revealed her progress. Yet somehow the reporter kept on the move...dedication drove her, and something else. Some smell that began to penetrate her brain. She tried a door that wasn't obviously different from the others...but it opened.

The room beyond was some kind of employee lounge. There was a refrigerator, table, coffee maker, condom dispenser, another door that was open to reveal a toilet, bidet, and shower. At the table, four familiar women sat. Lois took in sheets of paper, pencils, dice, miniatures...Tonya Wong had a pizza box set up in front of her like a shield.

"Six dee of stun!" The petite Asian woman said. Lois stepped into the room, unable to stop as she tugged at her mutated clit. Her eyes took in the women at the table...she knew them from their social media pictures, their names...Diana Reynolds. Jenny Dunlap. Mara de la Cruz. These were the women that had gone missing.

Lois lurched against the table, suddenly unsteady. Something squirted out of her clitoris, which was now at least four inches long, purplish-pink, with an odd flared tip that was almost black. A pale puddle of rank fluid hit the center of the table...and that was when it happened.