Lois Steps Into The Kryptonite Storage Room

Lois Lane tossed Maria into Mercy Grave's arms, stepped into the Kryptonite storage chamber, and slammed the door shut.

Almost immediately, she felt the pins-and-needles sensation, all over her body. Like a deep sunburn. Too late, the reporter wondered if her spur-of-the-minute decision wasn't a bad idea.

Lex Luthor wouldn't store a bunch of different types of kryptonite in the same storage unit without proper shielding, right? She asked herself as her muscles began to tremble and spasm uncontrollably. I mean, that would just be asking for some kind of terrible accident! The kind that could...could...

Her eyes opened wide as the last Tetris piece slid into place. Dozens of varieties of red kryptonite, all at once.

...could be the kind of scientific accident that leads to the creation of a new metahuman. Oh, fuck me...

Dark brown hair began to sprout from the reporter's forearms. Pain ripped through the reporter's back as something began to push against her skin from within. The reporter screamed as her knees suddenly decided they'd like to bend the other way, but the scream quickly mutated into a roar, and then a burst of flame. Her head crunched into the ceiling, the room suddenly too small for her growing body, and her clothes were splitting at the seams.

Her shirt burst as heavy tits, as big as beach balls and dribbling milk. A tail ripped through her pants, the knobby tip oddly phallic. Flame spurted out of her mouth, so that the door quickly grew cherry red and began to melt...

All those different radiations, and the Kryptonian DNA in Lois Lane's body tried to adapt to every mutation at once. Her body struggled to adapt to the nascent energy demands. Her stomach was a nuclear inferno, like Superman's own ultra-efficient fusion, but her body was still struggling to make up the need for extra mass. Lois sucked in air, her claws scraped steel from the walls and stuffed it into her craw. Superhuman jaws crunched and swallowed, crunched and swallowed as mindless, aching hunger consumed her.

...where will it end? Lois wondered. What will I look like when it's all over?