Lois Lane's Cock Gets Bigger...And Blacker

A microsecond before the Black cock erupted in her mouth, Lois Lane could feel it. Every sense was heightened...she could hear the blood pumping through the dick, taste every molecule of the Black cock, feel the tremor as seminal vesicles contracted. She knew, by some uncanny instinct, the exact instant he was about to release—and thrust her head forward so that the cock pressed into her open throat.

Not wanting to miss a single drop.

The normal ejaculation was little more than a tablespoon. Yet exerting a muscular control that Lois Lane had not possessed before her exposure to the strange radiations of the red Kryptonite, she sucked hard....a vacuum formed in her chest, and the cocksuckee gasped as blood rushed to the surface of his dick, which swelled in Lois Lane's throat. White streams of jizz blasted out of his cock, his balls contracted, and with a deep groan every trace of sperm he had stored up streamed down into the reporter's stomach...

...where a strange alchemy took place. The reporter's altered cells responded almost automatically...

...and the camera focused down between the reporter's legs, where the erect and quivering prick began to slowly expand in length and girth...and more strangely, began to darken, as though trapped in a tanning bed...the soft paleness turning a golden bronze...and then darker still, the purple head turning the color of raw liver, the swollen and veiny shaft turning the color of chocolate. Yet nothing else of Lois Lane changed...and there was only a white woman, with a big black cock hanging stiffly between her legs.

"Incredible!" Lex Luthor said. "There must be some mimetic factor to the adaptation."

"Or she's deriving something more from the semen than simple nutrients," Poison Ivy pointed out. "Plants can sometimes take on different properties depending on what soil and water feeds them, but I suspect in this case she's deriving more than that—the skin color of her penis is the exact same shade as that of the cock she sucked."

Luthor stroked his chin. "If she is changing in response to his DNA...taking on aspects of his anatomy...but it isn't an exact copy. Her cock is far larger than his."

Ivy was **** to agree. The reporter's cock was monstrous. It had swollen thicker and longer, so that it stood out stiff from her crotch at least thirteen inches long, and at thick at the base as her wrist, narrowing down to a helmet-like tip. Despite her own sexual preference leaning toward women, she could not deny a certain tingle of excitement as she studied the massive prick.

"We need more data," the villainess said.