Red Kryptonite #10

Lois Lane didn't see it. She felt the pins-and-needles sensation rip through her whole body at once. The feverish heat in the reporter's body increased, and her ass began to burn. The drunken reporter shook her head as if to clear it...

...and then she felt something happen in her back. It reminded reporter at first of that time she had pulled a muscle after lifting weights, but almost immediately Lois knew it was different. The itching, burning, pins-and-needles sensation was focused there, between her shoulder blades, along her spin. Lois coughed and staggered to her feet, naked from the waist down...and almost toppled over as her balance suddenly shifted.

The room spun and Lois lurched about drunkenly...no, it was more than the **** in the enema. It was the kryptonite. Lois felt as if someone was sitting on her back, and the weight kept buildings and buildings. There was a sense of terrible pressure, and the sleeves of her jacket tugged against her arms. Quickly, Lois began to pull off her clothes...

Her bra snapped a moment after she pulled the jacket over her head. Lois Lane's white t-shirt was tight on her thin torso, the nipples hard and tenting the taut fabric. Though she could not see what was happening, Maria could...Maria, who stood flat against the door, eyes wide with fascination at the huge lump that had grown up under the reporter's shirt...

...and the reporter screamed as the shirt finally exploded off of her body, and her glistening black wings unfurled, so big that they nearly filled the room.

Held out away from her, the now-naked reporter found her balance. Her stomach gurgled, her ass burned the butt plug still held all that **** inside of her colon...but now, new instincts hit the reporter hard. She needed something...and as she saw Maria standing before the door, Lois realized exactly what it was.