A Disruption At The Club Requires Ivy's Attention

Minutes ticked by. Lois Lane squirmed as the toxic liquid seemed to seep into her veins like slow sap. Her body felt weirdly heavy and slow as the infusion continued...the flesh near the injection sites growing tended and bloated, especially her breasts. The reporter could barely see them, but she was aware of the bare handfuls slowly creeping into her peripheral vision, the nipples darker than she remembered, so taut and stiff that they ached. If her hands had been free, Lois wasn't sure if her first instinct wouldn't be to cup and squeeze her tits, rather than to escape...

Then, a commotion. A woman burst into the room, and the green eyes broke away from the reporter's gaze.

"What is it? We cannot be disturbed!" Ivy's voice could have cut glass.

"There's...there's a fight. Too many for the security guys to handle. It's totally out of hand...we've turned on the jammers, but if somebody calls the cops..." The intruder panted.

Lois Lane didn't see Poison Ivy scowl...but she could feel the tenseness in the atmosphere, like trees swaying in the wind before a storm. Her whole body began to quiver in sympathy.

"Fine. I'll take care of it. You three stay here and...massage her. It'll help the infusion spread faster. Keep going until I return."

There was the clack of Ivy's heels on the floor...the thud of the door as it shut...and staring down at Lois were Mac, Jorge, and Aimee.