Lois Lane Becomes A Full Futanari

The reporter, bound as she was and locked into Lex Luthor's brainwashing program, could not see the changes to her body. Could not even understand what those changes were. There was nothing conscious about the process as her exhausted body began to shift and reorganize itself. It followed instead some deeper prerogative...some more primal need, triggered by the scenario which she had been placed in...like a caterpillar simply knows when the time comes to emerge from its cocoon.

Yet she could feel as the nearly-flat breasts began to swell, skin stretching as fat cells flooded on top of the muscle tissue, as nerves and milk glands that had been resorbed by the body during her transformations reformed themselves...only more, now. Before, the reporter's breasts had been mere palmfuls, but as she changed to achieve her new function, now they swelled larger and hung heavier, standing proud on her chest, nipples hard and thick, jutting out as the slow spread of the growth continued.

Between her legs, the sizable cock stirred itself to life. The great testes lifted...but did not shrink. Out of sight, buried beneath those fat balls, the pale line of the reporter's taint deepened into a cleft...and that cleft swiftly deepened and developed, labia emerging in a gush of pink fluid that splattered onto the ground. The reporter groaned as within her stomach, intestines, kidneys, and other organs shifted around to make room once again for ovaries and uterus, the bladder shuddering and squirming as it was tugged in different directions...and, ultimately, settled on a Y-shaped urethra that led both to her new pussy and her existing cock.

Other changes were more subtle...a slight widening to the hips, a touch more meat on the buttocks, an adam's apple emerging and then receding again, muscles swelling and then shrinking...competing sexual characteristics fighting for ascendancy...all for one goal.

To become the perfect futanari to breed a new generation of Kryptonians with the hermaphrodite Superman who waved his pussy and his cock before Lois in her virtual world.

"It has to be love," the technician said aloud as he watched the data stream in.

"What?" Lex Luthor said as he swiftly ran a calculation as to the new futanari Lois Lane's fertility.

"The changes...the program prompt. She's assuming this form because she loves Supe—"

The smack of Luthor's hand against the backside of the technician's head ended the comment.

"I don't pay you to be an idiot. What humans call 'love' is nothing more than a biochemical reaction. I can distill it down into a pill and market it, if the FDA would permit it. This achievement is the result of careful neuroprogramming and a vastly ancient and complicated alien genome which I have grafted onto our research subject and activated via specific radiation sequences."

Luthor stared at Lois Lane, who strained against her bonds, cock out, mouthing words to the Superman of the program.

"Please...please...I want to fuck you Superman...I want to fuck you pregnant...and then I want you to fuck me...I want your baby too..."

Sweat gleamed off the villain's bald pate. This could be an ideal time to give her what she asked for.