Another Transformation

Another hole opened from the ceiling. Another mechanical arm descended, with another chunk of crystal, to bathe the reporter in a subtly different ruby light than the first.

The crystal burned red, seeming to glow from within. A tingling sensation spread through Lois' nipples, and then into her breasts. The blue veins seemed to stand out more clearly on her tits, and she looked at them curiously. A sense of expectancy built throughout her body, but this time the pins-and-needles sensation was focused entirely on her chest.

Lois stared down at her naked breasts. They almost seemed...larger. She held her breath, but as she watched the chest continued to expand. The nipples seemed to swell from within, going from flat, pink nubs to puffy and standing out from the rest of her breasts.

Normally, Lois Lane's breasts were no more than a palmful, but they stood out high. Now as they became fuller, they were less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape, the breasts standing out farther from, more defined, with a hint of sag—and then more than a hint.

The reporter frowned as she felt the weight gather on her chest. She could feel the tug of the shift in mass on her shoulders, but more than that, as the breasts grew heavier and heavier they began to sag more and more. Her skin was too elastic, and in mere moments the reporter was horrified to see that her breasts were great wobbly masses the size of softballs, but they hung down now almost to her navel...and they were getting bigger.

Desperately, Lois gathered up her tits but the skin sagged through her fingers, and the wobbly masses were like holding bowls of warm, sensitive jelly. The reporter almost cried as her breasts swelled to the size of cantaloupes, but sagged so badly that if she let them go her nipples would hang down past her waist.

"My breasts are ruined!" Lois said as she felt a creep of despair.

"And if you don't cooperate, they're going to stay that way," Mercy Graves' voice came down on the reporter. "Now, unless you want to face another penalty, do as I tell you: suck on your own nipple."

Lois Lane blinked and stared up at the ceiling where she imagined Graves was watching her.

"What?" The reporter said.

"Stuff your saggy titty in your mouth. You have five seconds to comply. 1...2..."