We Check In On The Other Infectee, Lois

"Clark, for the last time, I'm fine..." Lois said for what must of been the umpteenth time, speaking in good humour, but her patience was running thin.

"I know, Lois, I know. But, still, we can't be too careful."

"Hey, supervillain attacks are part of the life. For both of us. It's not like this is the first time I've been ground zero for something like this, and lord knows it won't be the last."

Five days had passed since Lois was swept up by Harley Quinn's gas attack, four since she woke up in the hospital, and three since her discharge. And after a barrage of test for both her and Kara, nothing strange had came up in either of them. Sure, word on the street was Kara had become angry and isolated since the incident, but she was probably just upset that a clown like Quinn came into her territory and one-upped her. She would get over it.

Yet, despite all the evidence, and all the admissions of health from her, Clark was ever the worrywart, concerned for the wellbeing of his wife and cousin. Lois found it charming, in a way, like a great big mastiff hound guarding their owner, but charming could turn to annoying on a dime.

"I'm fine, nothing has changed. Trust me." Lois said while in Clark's embrace. "You can do that right?" She kissed him on the cheek. Then the lips. Then again. A third time, longer this time.

To be honest, there was one minor change Lois had been experiencing since the attack: she was incredibly horny. Lois Lane considered herself to have a perfectly healthy sex drive and to have an active and exciting sex life with her husband, but the sensations and desires burning in her were a new high she hadn't experienced even during her college heyday. Not to mention, Clark had been busy out doing Superman things, so she had lacked a proper outlet for these pent up emotions. Tonight would change that.

"But, seeing as how you're here for the night, no superheroics abound..." Lois purred, tracing a finger down Clark's broad, muscular chest and putting on a tempting smile. "How about I prove how hale and healthy am I?"

Clark returned the smile, but she could already see his answer in his eyes. "While that does sound like a lot of fun, I'm still concerned if you're able to handle something so... rigorous." He didn't mean to state it so coy and flirtatious, but all Clark's phrasing did was crank Lois's engine up to the next gear.

She stood up on her tiptoes, kissing him again "Then consider it my final medical exam." Yet, still, despite the charm offensive, he protested.

"Lois..."

"Clark..."

"I just think we should exercise caution. For a few more days."

Lois frowned. All at once, she felt her frustration at Clark's coddling boil over. "Listen, Clark," she began in a low tone. "It has been a stressful few days, I'll admit, but it hasn't been helped by you babying me. I need to blow off some steam, I need to have some fun! And I don't need you to do much at all for this, so just follow me lead and do what I say. Do what I want!"

As Lois spoke, she felt an odd sensation rise up from her stomach, crawl along her spine and into her head, a rush of energy and a feverish heat. And, unbeknownst to her, her eyes began to flash and pulse a bright, piercing blue, the same electric shade of blue that now coloured Clark's eyes.

"Yes Lois..." Clark nodded listlessly, his voice a dull mumble, "I'll do what you want..."

Clark fell on the back of the bed, unbuttoning his pants, and releasing his member, earning a delightful expression from Lois, ignorant of how strange her husband was happening.

Not in the mood for foreplay, Lois quickly undressed and saddled her husband, rubbing and stroking the cock to bring it to full mast. Clark truly was a super man, in more ways than one, and Lois knew intimately one of the most super things about him was this. He was the best partner she ever had, and his girthy cock was the biggest she had ever seen, Lois moaning and groaning all the way as she slowly lowered herself onto the shaft, before bouncing up and down, building her pace and momentum.

They often had sex with Lois on top - she was confident in his control, but Clark was always worried about a worst case scenario with his strength - so she was use to the usual sensations, but tonight, it felt extraordinary! Like having sex with him for the first time all over again! Her pussy clenched tightly around his rod, as shivers of pleasure erupted around her body, Lois moaning like an animal in heat as she rode her man like her life depended on it.

"Lois..."

"Ssh, Clark! Oh, god, it's so good! I'm almost there already! Fuck, f-fuck yes!"

Lois cried, eyes shut in bliss, as she felt a heat greater than sexual pleasure build in her loins, overtaking the early shivers and running through entire body. She felt energized, as if the biggest orgasm in her life were about hit her. She knew she was **** and horny, but she never imagined she needed it this bad! Her skin tingled and flushed, the room swam as she became lightheaded, and an alien strength possessed her as she arched her back, slamming on Clark's cock and cumming as she felt his seed fill her.

"OH GOD YES! IT'S SO GOOD!"

Her shouts could have woken the dead, but there followed by an eerie calm as Lois floated in the joy of post-orgasm. No, wait... she, was just floating, period. Lois opened her eyes and, yes, she was in the air, several feet above the bed. Not only that, but her entire body had changed, her breasts having gone up several cup sizes and her muscles swollen and bulked up, too. She looked like a powerlifter, or an Amazon, or a...

An errant thought hit her and she acted on it. Looking at the far wall, Lois fired twin beams of heat from her eyes, scorching the paint.

She had become a Kryptonian.

"Lois..."

Before she could ask anymore questions, Lois realized Clark had been calling her name for some time. But not in his usual low timbre, instead his voice was a dry, raspy croak. Lois looked down at the bed and to see that Clark was a shriveled, emaciated version of himself, shrunken and weak and grey, barely clinging to life.

Fear should have hit her heart. And horror. Sorrow. Instead, Lois looked on curiously at her dying husband. She had drained him of his powers. She knew this, intuitively, somehow. And she knew what to do next.

"Don't worry, Clark, I'll make this all better."

Lois descended back to the bed, as if she had been flying all her life, and placed her hands on Clark's withered chest. Her nails, always perfectly groomed and manicured, were now perfectly pointed and shimmered as if made of metal. Energy surrounded her hands, the same sort of transformative energy that had washed over her early, as she sunk her nails into Clark's flesh. Weakly, he groaned in protest, but Lois ignored him and continued to work on an instinct she didn't knew she had until just now.

Slowly, the energy surged into Clark, sculpting flesh like it was clay, as Clark regained his healthy pallor, his vitality and form. And then something else.

When Lois was finished, floating away again, staring up at her from the bed was a beautiful, busty woman with long, silky black hair. Her eyes were shining blue, unerringly looking at Lois, full of slavish love and devotion.

"What else would you ask of me, my beloved?" The woman asked in a husky voice. "I will follow your lead and do what you say, Lois. I will do what you want."