Lois Gets High

As the fingers worked the radioactive goo deeper inside her pussy, Lois Lane began to feel...decided weird. The burning pain around and inside her pussy, the fire spreading up her abdomen toward her breasts, was still there...but it was as though she floated on top of it. Her body seemed to pull tight against the straps, and the lights above were so very, very bright...and Lois realized she couldn't blink...

The dickgirl reporter's breath came in little gasps. Maria worked her gloved hand in deeper and deeper into the reporter's cunny. The cock above wobbled back and forth, and Lois could almost feel the veins throb, the skin suddenly too-tight. She felt Maria tuck her thumb into her palm and press four fingers against the reporter's folds...and slowly, achingly slowly she began to press her whole hand inside the bound reporter's pussy...

Ecstatic bursts quivered through Lois Lane's cock. She couldn't stop it, couldn't do anything. Her eyes were blinded by the lights as her dick erupted like a fountain, glob after glob bursting into the air and coming back down to drizzle down her dick, her stomach...and all the while, Maria worked the X-Kryptonite cream deeper and deeper, her whole hand now inside of Lois Lane, squirming and rubbing, all the way to her cervix.

When the finger scraped her sensitive sphincter, instead of pain Lois Lane broke out into a sweat. Her jizz leaped, higher and higher toward the ceiling, and the more she came, the more filled the reporter felt with light...endless and eternal light...green light that shot out from the core of her being, that throbbed as her new X-Kryptonite-powered gonads pumped out sperm after sperm, and it seemed to Lois that if she could just cum onto those lights up above, she could get them pregnant...

"Mr. Luthor?" Maria said. "She's tripping balls."

"Good. Continue the treatment. Mercy will take care of the other part."