Lois Lane Hulks Out

The pressure inside the reporter's ass grew. At first it was a mere discomfort, growing slowly as her asshole itched against the plug holding the unholy brew inside of her colon, until it reached the point of an emergency that would have had Lois Lane racing for the nearest bathroom—if she wasn't tied down and plugged up. With nowhere else to go, it continued to diffuse throughout her body, the chill soaking through her intestines, weird chemicals percolating into her bloodstream...

That was only the beginning.

Lois felt her muscles bunch as she sought to tear herself free of the bindings. The pressure in her ass built, but it was the other changes happening into her body that lent urgency to her struggle. The tingling itch in her pussy that was quickly building into a burning need. The sensation of her skin suddenly constricting, as though too small for her body. Heat built inside of her like a fever, heart pounding wildly against her breast bone, and Lois Lane recognized the first symptoms of panic setting in.

Fear and lust warred inside of her, but they were not the nice emotions that came from reading Dracula or Fifty Shades of Grey. These were raw, animal instincts, bypassing the reporter's conscious mind entirely. She could feel her nipples harden and skin horripilate, her pussy leak as though she had wet herself.

Light took on a strange quality as her pupils dilated, giving shape to the darkness. Though Lois could give no name to them, she could sense and almost see the things lurking in there...squiggly little phallus-headed rat-beasts with sharp teeth and long sperm-like tails that ended in sharp stingers. Tasting the air. Coming closer and closer.

Sweat beaded the reporter's entire body as she flexed against the straps binding her to the bed, every muscle taut to the point of pain. They were biting into her flesh now...and for a moment Lois couldn't breathe. Fear and lust were building up inside of her, and anticipation built as she redoubled her efforts, muscles threatening to tear themselves apart from the bone.

Unseen, between her legs, a dark green stain began to spread over her skin.

Veins popped in the reporter's temple, black beneath the pale skin, carrying the corruption. Lips peeling back from white, even teeth, the gums turning dark green. Lois felt the creak and crack as her hips widened. Struggled to contain her scream as the darkness seemed to close in to welcome her... The edges of the bed hard under the naked reporter's ankles, against the back of her head; the strap strained to contain swelling breasts, dark muscles, all the fat melting away as the terrible transformation took place.

Cloth tore.

Bands snapped.

Metal wailed as the Savage Lois Lane broke free.