Red Kryptonite (#64)—Grow A Penis

Lex Luthor pressed a button. A small section of the wall disappeared, and a mechanical contraption extended through the hole. It was smooth chrome and weird flanges, topped with a chunk of smoky red crystal. Motors and joints squealed gently as it pointed straight at Lois Lane.

"Stand still, please." Luthor said through the screen, his eyes focused on his controls instead of the camera. "I'm going to direct a pulse of concentrated solar radiation through a chunk of red kryptonite. The beam will activate your..."

"Just shut up and do it, you insufferable nerd." Lois growled. Her heart pounded in her chest, head full of terrible misgivings...but she wanted to help Maria. So she stood still as the mad scientist aimed his raygun on her.

There was a light. A red haze that shot straight from the crystal and struck the reporter, just below the belly button.

Once, just because she could, Lois had gone to **** Valley—no one around for miles, hot enough to fry an egg on a rock. And she had stripped down to only her sunglasses and hiking boots and just wandered about for an hour, feeling the sun bake her to a deep and even all-body tan. For hours afterward, she had felt that heat radiating off of her body, even though she shivered through heat stroke and exhaustion, and that is what her body felt like now, all of that heat building up inside of her...but part of it was concentrated...more intense.

Lois stared down at her crotch.

The tremendous heat and pressure were centered right on her clit, spreading outwards, heart pounding faster and faster...

At first, Lois thought it was a trick of perspective when the nub of flesh seemed bigger. Then she saw it push out of its sheath, standing taller and prouder than it ever had before, and she knew it was growing. Harder and more erect than it had ever been, and Lois' nipples were likewise taut and swollen, pink and hard as pencil erasers.

Yet the clit continued to grow—and change. The pink tip was swelling, shifting, into a familiar helmet shape, and what was emerging from the stretched-out hood wasn't raw erectile tissue, but skin. She groaned as the flesh slowly, steadily poured out of her, like a flower raising itself to face the sun. At an inch, it was longer than it had ever been in Lois' life, and she mewled a little as her pussy continued to spasm, not in orgasm but in involuntary shudders.

The cock continued to grow. Lois watched it, fascinated as she had been the first time she had ever played with one. She did want to see, she realized. Wanted to know what it was like. Stranger was the sight of her skin above the labia bulging. Something pushed itself out of her, and as Lois watched, a sack, a scrotum filled out, to hid her pert pussy from view.

She leaned forward...far enough to stare straight down at her own growing cock, four inches and still extending, millimeter by millimeter, the head already well-formed, the urethra staring up at her like the lips of a little cunt... Lois could see the head of her own penis, stiff as a rock, just beginning to ooze precum, just as testes filled her scrotum.

The red light cut off abruptly, some switch pressed, some circuit cut. The heat dimmed and died, but Lois could still see her cock, rigid and veiny, standing out from her body.

"Success," Lex Luthor's voice came through the speakers. "I will be cutting all unnecessary recording. Procreation may commence now."

Lois resented the stuffy, pragmatic tone. She was about to give Lex a piece of her mind, when a warm, dry hand wrapped itself around her shaft.

"Lois," Maria said softly. "Please. Make me a mommy."