The Black Goo Has Begun To Take Effect

"Electrical activity is increasing...body heat is rising too...sensors are picking up morphological changes..." Mercy Graves said as she read the data from the screen.

"I can see that, Mercy," Luthor said cooly.

In the white room, the naked reporter lay on her back near the remnants of the ruined xenomorph egg. Four ebon-stained fingers were sliding in and out of her cunny as she writhed, eyes closed and legs spread. Something writhed beneath the taut skin of her abdomen, and a strange grey pallor was beginning to show through her pale skin. The nipples on her small breasts were hard as rocks, but strangely pale.

"Have the med team move in," he said. "If the goo is affecting her like I think it is, she'll need nutrients...and we'll need to prepare her for transport to a more secure location."

Mercy Graves stared up at the screen. Somehow, Lois Lane's cheekbones seemed more prominent than before. In fact the reporter seemed thinner and more lean and fit than the bodyguard remembered, the muscles more defined. The fingers that worked in and out of the gaping, ooze-filled cunny had big prominent knuckles, and the lips that stretched with every squelching fisting now were stained a dark grey.

"Changes, sir?" Mercy said. "What kind of changes?"

The bald head gleamed. A little smile broke out on his face. A smug grin with a touch of a leer.

"I believe she's going to become a queen."