Call For Help

Blaze's laughter followed Lois Lane as she burst from the club. The reporter covered her nipples with her palms, feeling the holes suck at her flesh all the way back to her apartment, not caring how many people saw her. To stare into the mirror in her own bathroom.

The swelling in her bloated tits had gone down so that she was just a little bigger than normal...but the hunger gnawed at her. Her breasts actually rumbled. The holes gaped open to reveal their needle-like teeth, like the mouths of baby birds. It was terrible...uncanny...more than Lois Lane could possibly handle.

Which is why she made the call to the Justice League. Her tongue stumbled over her words as she sought to explain the situation to Cyborg, who was on monitor duty. His gravely, half-synthesized voice promised to have the nearest Leaguer out to help her right away...and as he hung up, that left Lois Lane with a dilemma.

What if it was a woman? What would happen if she...no, that didn't bear thinking about. There had to be something she could do, some way to protect her friends.

Which is what sent Lois Lane digging through her "special drawer."

Lois Lane had bought her first sex toy shortly after she had left home for university. A little vibrator, just something to help her through lonely nights of studying, when it didn't make sense to date. Later on, in adult life, she had slowly built up her collection. Sometimes to have something to play with on her own, sometimes with others...and with a terrible grin she found both of her matching ball gags. A last remnant of a very short-lived relationship that had involved dipping her toe into BDSM waters.

She had to fight to stuff the balls into the lipples...but once the teeth sunk into the rubber, they couldn't easily extract themselves. A few fiddles with attachments, and Lois Lane found herself standing topless except for her improvised ball-gag-bra, her hungry, demonic tits carefully contained.

And not a moment too soon, as there was a rapping at her balcony window...