Crawl Out The Door

Lois Lane dismissed the mutagenic cum drooling out of the black cock. There was no telling what further effect it would have on her. Better to deal with circumstances as she was than risk turning into something completely immobile.

Taking a deep breath, the reporter swayed back and forth, resisting the urge to try and rub her pussy on the floor. Back and forth, back and back back back... Lois leaned her head forward as she fell, telling her body to go limp. She hit the ground like a slab of beef, back aching.

She took stock: on her back, but intact. The door was about ten feet away.

While she didn't have arms and legs, Lois still had muscles beneath her shoulders and hips. The reporter flexed her ass and abs, jerking herself onto her side...and then over, keeping her head up so her chin didn't slam against the floor. Her tits took a pounding, and for once Lois was glad she wasn't more well-endowed.

Then it was up again on her side, down on her back. Up again, down on her belly. A slow-motion flip-flop roll that took her ever closer to the door.

Eye on the prize, Lane, she told herself, breathing heavily.

Once she got the hang of it, rolling wasn't too difficult. Just like being a kid again, rolling around the floor at home. After a couple minutes of work, she was right up against the door. Lois took a deep breath as she tried another sit-up, abs burning as she leaned forward, bringing herself back up to a vertical state.

The door handle, thankfully, was one of those horizontal-lever jobs. Lois pressed her temple against the end, which caused the lever to move down. In less time than it takes to tell it, the door unlatched, and moved inward an inch.

Moving while vertical was more of a problem. With no limbs, Lois couldn't really rotate very well. Swallowing hard, she decided to try a hop.

Lois Lane pushed upward with all of her might—but the muscles just weren't there. She ended up unbalancing herself and falling over, onto her side.

Fortunately, the door swung open a little more under its own weight. Wedging her head in the gap, Lois twisted onto her belly once again...and the door swung wide enough for her to inch forward, contracting her abs to draw her hips forward, then extending them to push her chest forward. It was a bit like how a centipede moves...except for the painful friction against her breasts, sensitive nipples scraping the ground, and the fact that Lois was sure she was leaving a trail of pussy-juice behind her.

Crawling out the door, Lois found herself at the end of a long hallway covered with red carpet. There was an elevator across from where she was now...but after the hopping experiment, the reporter doubted she'd be able to go anywhere but down.