Permanent Bimbo

Slowly, something inside Lois Lane rebooted. The human brain is amazing, adaptable. Synapses re-routed themselves around damaged tissue. Frontal lobes shrank, pleasure receptors increased in number. She opened her violet eyes and stared out at the world like a newborn babe.

She giggled, bubbly and soft.

"My cock feels funny." Lois pulled out of the cumdump. Her pink schlong, soft and shrinking, began to recede into her body. She watched in uncomprehending fascination as it shrank and shrank, feeling things move in her crotch and belly. Within a minute, all that was left was the small, familiar pink button of her clitoris. As though the dick had never been.

"Aw, it went away."

Lex Luthor pulled out of the former dickgirl, panting slightly. He quickly turned to examine her, poking and prodding at the flesh about the clit. She giggled at his touch. It tickled.

"The effects of the kryptonite shouldn't have worn off for at least another 24 hours. Isley?"

The woman tapped at her tablet. "Residual radiation levels falling. I think her body is metabolizing the K-radiation to process her transformation."

"What transformation?" He growled—but then he noticed her breasts.

Lois Lane stretched her arms above her head and arched her back, emphasizing her chest. The skin on her tits felt tight, and she shook side to side, feeling an unfamiliar wobble. She felt good...energized...like she always did after sex, but even more so. In fact, her pussy felt empty without a cock in it. The woman licked her lips, eyeing Lex Luthor's flaccid cock, still dripping with cum.

"Some sort of secondary state, body devoted toward sexual procreation. Parts of her brain have gone dark, others are super-active." Isley said. "Swelling in the breasts....I think they're growing. Indications of elevated hormone levels, shifting metabolism, increased bloodflow to the genitals. If I didn't know better I'd say she was in heat."

"An unexpected development," Luthor said as Lois dropped to her hands and knees, mouth nuzzling her dick. "But not an unwelcome one."

"This is serious, Luthor," Isley said. "We're looking at permanent impairment here. Mental retardation. I doubt she can even read."

"She won't have to read," he smiled nastily. "Not for her new vocation."

Lois wasn't paying attention. Too many big words. She had taken the mad scientist's soft cock into her mouth and was sucking it gently, trying to coax it back to life. Her fingers played with her pussy, still warm and gooey from his last load. But she wanted more. Much, much more.

Unbeknownst to her, Lex Luthor was prepared to make sure she got it.