Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What is going on?

Conception

Mutant genes twisted unnaturally. Plant-infused DNA sent forth odd packets of genetic material. A polluted womb spontaneously convulsed, over-ovulating. In a tube of wood that connected two tainted reproductive systems, cells met. An exchange occurred. Most of the embryos didn't survive, spontaneously bursting and dissolving, the unfit cells dying off in an orgy of sudden chemical ****.

Yet a few survived. The genetic dice had been rolled, the fittest floated serene, busy with the process of mitosis. Currents carried them to lodge in the wombs of their mothers.

Nothing of which the three women could feel. They were cognizant only of pain and pleasure, of the heady perfume of plants exhaling their own pollens, of the touch of lips and fingers and teeth. Lois Lane, her brain boiling with the chemical cocktail and pheromones she had been dosed with, licked at both cunts, and the wooden tube that connected them. Sucked on their blood, which had combined so strangely inside the tube, to conceive new life.

Outside the tube, taken into her own body, the combined DNA of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn had a very different effect.

Lois could feel something change inside of her. A sharpening of the senses. An awareness that passed beyond her own bodies. Strange colors limned Ivy and Harley, who were lost in the throes of their strange climaxes. The madness that had infected Lois reached out beyond her body. A spiritual call that seeped out beyond the walls, and began to infect bartender, the drinkers, the crowd on the dance floor.

Dimly, the transformed reporter could feel those connections. A fiery power filled her mind as she picked on their collective lust, their hidden desires. She had tapped into an erotic thoughtstream that drove her already disturbed mind to new and perverse depths.

It gave her ideas.

"Now, you cunts," Lois said, her face smeared with blood, her mismatched eyes flickering. "Here's how I want to fuck next..."