Some Swelling

Lois Lane's ass was toned, sleek muscle. It did not bounce or shimmy, and it barely filled her skinny jeans. While it was not a flat ass, neither was it a bubble butt. Twerking was practically pointless. Unwilling to gain weight or to indulge in a massive muscle-building regimen, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had long resigned herself to having no more than a "nice" ass.

So it was somewhat disconcerted that the skin on her butt suddenly felt...tight.

The reporter looked back. The crimson cock was still firmly ensconced between her cheeks, but was it just her imagination or was her peach looking a little...pink?

Journalists are inclined to believe their senses, and as Lois gave an experimental flex, she could definitely see and feel that something was happening to her rear. There was a sense of pressure and heat building up in her backside, not in her colon but in the muscles and tissues surrounding it, and as she watched a bright red flush was growing beneath the skin, as though she had been spanked, and that sensation of tightness was growing...

...and so was Lois Lane's ass. It was slow, steady, the color deepest at the curve of her butt, an unnatural shade of light pink, but beyond that the reporter's cheeks seemed to be swelling, thickening, not with fat but with something that made the skin taut and the muscles stretch and grow. Lois shifted her glutes and watched the "hollows" of her buttocks form as the major muscles compressed, and behind her Blaze hissed.

"Fuck! And here I thought you couldn't get any tighter."

Lois licked her lips. Her butt still wasn't huge, but it was definitely rounder.

"How long does that last?" She asked.

"Depends. It can be a bit like an allergic reaction, normally takes a body half a day to purge the corrupted essence...unless they get an overdose, in which case some of the swelling can be permanent."

The reporter narrowed her eyes. "Reaaaally."