Breast Augmentation

"Bigger breasts," Lois spurted. It was the first thing that came to mind, and if she was honest with herself, was not untrue. While she liked her "girls" fine at their current size, and had never seriously considered a breast augmentation, a part of her did feel a little jealous of the natural size and sway of Power Girl and Wonder Woman. There was only so much that could be done with a wonderbra.

"Well," the nurse said. "I think we can accommodate that. Did you have any idea of what size you'd like to achieve?"

Lois breathed out. If what Maria said was true, these procedures could actually work...but then she had to think of the rest of her life, what larger breasts would actually be like to live with, day in and day out. A new wardrobe. Shoulder pains. The dirty looks of men and women, the quiet assumptions if she suddenly showed up with a fresh pair of tits. Lois Lane had risen to become the top reporter at the Daily Planet without spreading her legs for anyone, had worked and fought for everything she had achieved. If she showed up with cartoonish breasts, she risked all of that. Her position, her reputation, her personal life...everything.

Then she thought of the missing women. Of Maria, and what she had went through—what she was risking, just to be here, with her.

"I was thinking maybe an E cup?" Lois said. Wondering what those would even look like on her frame. Smaller than her head, at least.

"Hmm. Well, don't be afraid to dream a little bigger." The black woman replied. "I'm going to do the vaginal swab now."

The medical procedure was impersonal. A brief scrub up at the sink and the snap of gloves going on. Lois placed her legs in the stirrups, the padded metal cool against her skin...but not as cool as the lubricated speculum that brushed against her outer lips. It was cold, and impossibly hard. The nurse was professional, easing the duckbill-like metal device in slowly, but firmly. Lois hated this. Hated it every time a gynecologist had done it, over the years, and was slightly relieved that this time at least it was a woman. It was a silly thing to be worried about, at a time like this. The stress must be getting to her.

Quietly, a warm hand slipped into Lois' own. She looked up to see Maria stand next to her, and gave the hand a squeeze.

The nurse began to turn the screw, the speculum spreading Lois open. It was a terrible moment of exposure, and she was somewhat glad there wasn't a mirror in the room. She didn't want to see herself gaping open like this. All down her most private tunnel, to see her cervix unprotected, for all to see.

The probe itself she hardly felt. Like a soft scratch deep inside, an itch you could never reach. The long fuzzy tip penetrating deep within, you could hardly feel it, but she could feel the twist...and then it was withdrawn. The nurse quickly deposited the swab in a clear tube, sealed it, then returned to remove the speculum...