How...How Did You Make Me So Fat?

Lois Lane looked over her more voluptuous body. She could actually feel heavier, and she wasn't sure how the hell that had happened. In her career as a reporter in this weird world she'd experienced a few transformations, but this had been so swift and painless...

Maria giggled and flicked the little red gem on the reporter's new piercing.

"You've been feeling weird, right?" the young woman said. "That's because my boss told me to sleep you a mickey. Some kind of genetic cocktail. It makes you super-susceptible to Red Kryptonite."

The reporter's eyes widened. Red Kryptonite! The radioactive mineral that caused such drastic yet short-lived changes to Superman. Except it didn't affect humans at all...normally.

But if what Maria says is true, the reporter thought to herself, somebody's figured out a way to make it work. Which means this mystery of the missing women just got a lot more mysterious!

"Who...who do you work for?" Lois said.

She found it hard to concentrate as Maria's hands roamed over her body. To squeeze and heft one swollen breast and let it drop back against the reporter's chest. Small hands slid along the reporter's hips and pinched the excess flesh there which normally didn't exist. Moved down and back to sink those fingers into a meaty ass, so hard it made Lois Lane's pussy squelch...

"Hmm, tell you what big momma," Maria laned back and spread her legs. with two fingers, she spread her labia, so that Lois could see the dripping pink interior. "Make me cum like a good piggy and I'll answer all of your questions."

Lois hesitated...but this was too big a story. Her nipple burned, and she wasn't sure if it was the piercing or the kryptonite or both, but as her body jiggled in unaccustomed ways, the much-more curvy reporter prepared to do what it took to get her story.