Venom

Lois' heartrate, already elevated, increased. A sense of pressure crept into the reporter's chest and temples, accompanied by a body-wide flush of heat. She breathed hard as the **** took effect. Her muscles began to stand out, more defined beneath her skin. It didn't hurt, exactly; but she felt a sudden rush of...power.

"Wha...what did you give me?" she asked. Maria grinned.

"Just a little venom, baby." The barmaid cooed. She hadn't slowed down her fingerbang for even a moment, slick digits sliding in and out of Lois' panties. "Help you out of those clothes."

Lois wasn't sure what the barmaid meant...until the venom hit her again. Her muscles bulged, and the club gear Lois wore now fought a battle with the swollen flesh. She moaned as the disco pants split along the seams, revealing long inches of flushed flesh. Lois managed to shuck the jacket before her biceps tore through that, but her shirt and bra were another matter—the tight elastic band around her breasts cut into her chest, made it hard to breath. With a huff, Lois grabbed at her shirt and ripped it off—taking the shreds of the bra with it.

Her breasts hung free on her chest, healthy handfuls with pointed nips that hung proudly, just that touch of sag to give them fullness. Maria smiled as she saw them, and Lois blushed more fiercely than she had before, which made the barmaid laughed and rip away what was left of Lois' panties with her free hand. Now with better access, she sped up the slick pistoning of the naked reporter's pussy. Maria's free hand found its way to Lois' left breast, where it groped at the tit, kneading the flesh.

Lois could do little but moan, her right hand moved to her clit as the other steadied her on the toilet. The venom-swollen muscles hadn't quite made her an instant candidate for a female bodybuilder competition, but for the first time in her life she had abs instead of a simple taut and toned midriff.

Maria's fingers continued to pound into Lois, and the reporter could feel the orgasm build. Her nipples were hard as rocks, even her clit had swollen out of its hood and stood erect, like the tip of a pinkie finger, and Lois grabbed it between two fingers and squeezed as she felt it erupt. The reporter let out a deep series of groans, thighs bunched around Maria's hand as she came. Unbidden, a flood of fluids splattered over the barmaid hand and forearm, fingers still buried in her black bush as deep as they would go. The afterglow of the orgasm left Lois a little drained; her thighs ached as Maria removed her hand and the reporter panted a little.

"Hey baby," Maria said. She smiled, held up an arm dripping with Lois' ejaculation. "Didn't know you were a squirter."

Downstairs

Initial viral load complete. Luthor watched the virus swarm flood through Lois' system, the bright lines of heat focused on her genital areas. Subject is ready for phase two.

"Good," Luthor said. He leaned over to the microphone. "Maria. Bring her to the White Room. Mercy will take it from there."