Superman Cannot Escape

With superhuman speed and reaction time, the Man of Steel twisted his body aside to avoid the sleek missile of the Kryptonian dragon's body—but he had not counted on the tail. The impact barely staggered Superman, but the dragon's momentum caused its sinuous body to whip around...and then the Last Son of Krypton was in mid-air, pushing against the dragon's body as it coiled around him...and the myriad shards of Kryptonite embedded in its underside now hit him all at once.

Superman convulsed. Bones and muscles stretched quickly. Lois Lane's wings extended and flapped hard, keeping altitude as she supported his body. The Kryptonian costume shredded as spines burst from her vertebrae, and muscles swelled. The Man of Steel squirmed as the coils tightened against his changing body, the rows of breasts and their hard dicknipples pressed into his now super-sensitive skin...

The erection was sudden and immediate. The Shaft of Steel tore through his tight red pants, bigger and harder than Superman could ever remember it...and that wasn't the only thing hard and growing. His pectoral muscles were on fire, pins and needles stabbed at nipples that seemed to collapse in on themselves. The dragon coiled tighter around Superman as he changed, the friction of the great body against his transforming form felt...good...too good...

The transformation itself took mere minutes, the sometimes conflicting Kryptonite radiations extending a process that normally took seconds. Observers from afar would later say that they saw two dragons now....coiled about one another...massive breasts crushed against each other. Dicknipples slipping into nipplecunts, wings unfurled as they rolled through the air, great jaws snapping at each other, limbs grasping as they wrestled across the sky.

Yet no one could tell from that distance, as the pair were far out over the open Atlantic by that point, whether the pair of Kryptonian dragons that had been Lois Lane and Superman were fighting...or something else.