A Rod

It was the weight that caught Lois Lane's attention. The way it tugged at her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but neither did they sag much; half-tear drops with nipples that pointed upwards a little. Now she looked down at her breasts...and a slim metal bar ran straight from one nipple and through the other.

"What...the hell..." The reporter said.

It seemed to be a solid, thin bar, with no markings, which flared at the ends into flat metal ends like the head of a nail. To Lois, it felt heavy, but she reflected that might just be because it was hanging off her breasts. She brought a hand up to touch the cold, smooth metal...and gasped a little, as even that little touch was transmitted to both of her freshly-pierced nipples.

"Is this aluminum?" Lois asked.

"Steel. Looks great though, right? I can't even imagine how it must feel." Maria grinned as she peeled off the gloves and packed away her piercing kit. "With rings and studs, you can sort of hide them with the right bra, but you get a rod like that—even if you wear a shirt, people can see it! To tell the truth, it turns me on just to look at it."

"Yeah..." The reporter swallowed. The excitement of the young woman was such that she couldn't bring herself to ask the obvious question about taking it out. "When can I uh...that is, how do I...when I need to sleep, or clean out the holes..."

"Oh, right! Aftercare. Yeah, you should leave it in for at least a week. Use a sea salt rinse on holes. You'll want it to heal up before you remove it, or else the holes might close. Oh, and I know it might be hard, but you're going to want to avoid any mouth or genital contact until they heal up."

"Right," Lois said, doing her best to hide her disappointment. "Right. Well that's uh..."

She felt the throb in her tits. The metal bar, thin as it was, was pulling down at her freshly-pierced holes. Her nipples hurt.

"...can we go get a drink?" she asked. "I think I need it."

"Oh sure! Bet you want to show that off, too. Let me get your shirt—bra won't fit anymore—"

No it won't, Lois thought, staring down at her new hardware. Her nipples looked puffy where the cold metal ran through them. They felt swollen. She wondered when she would be able to discreetly take the piercing out and let her wounded nipples heal.

When she had wiggled into her white t-shirt, it was worse than she thought. Her nipples were erect, tenting the fabric, and the shirt hung off the bar, even that small added weight adding to the pain of her sensitive nipples.

"Looking good!" Maria said, giving Lois a thumb's up. The reporter smiled back with a rictus grin.