I Think She's Ready For Me

As Lois Lane laid back beneath the scintillating jewel overhead, invisible hands pinned her to the ground, her legs spread wide, labia gaped wide...and in her head, whenever she let herself tune in to that strange wavelength, she could "hear" their voices in her thoughts...and the messages sent a shiver down the reporter's spine.

Dully, the reporter's voice whispered out as she repeated the words for the benefit of Lex Luthor, who monitored his "experiment" from above.

"...energy can cross the dimensional barrier...provide the additional mass. She's almost a Kryptonian now, I can do this...it's risky! To get that much energy, you'll need to abandon your physical form entirely. There's no going back, you understand? If you fail...I won't fail. Better to die stillborn than to remain one more second in this damnable Phantom Zone..."

There was a sharp, piercing pain within the very core of Lois. Her pussy suddenly collapsed, as if the invisible arm that had reached straight into her guts had suddenly vanished. Yet the invisible hands still held the naked reporter down...and that sharp pain grew. Lois felt herself begin to breathe faster, her heart pounded. A strange heat radiated out from that point deep within, below her navel...and the reporter stared down at the flat plain of her stomach and almost imagined she could see lights flicker beneath the surface, like a flashlight held against your hand to shine through the flesh...and the voices came back to her.

"She's gone...did it work? I can't see her...wait, something's happening. Look at that... I don't know. If she does make it, I hope the host is strong enough for both of us to come through..."

Sweat trickled down the reporter's ribs. Her chest rose and fell, and her body grew rigid, barely able to move. Too late she realized the signs of a panic attack, her pulse loud in her ears, the burning heat deep inside of her grew and grew, the lighter burned brighter now and something was happening...or was about to happen...and the cold dread of anticipation made Lois Lane's teeth chatter and knees shake, her pussy squeezed instinctively, and that seemed to trigger what happened next.