Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Much Weight Does Circe Hang Off Lois Lane's Breasts?

Circe Increases The Weight Little By Little Until The Reporter's Tits Are Grotesquely Stretched Out

Two chains hung from the rings on the reporter's nipples. On these, the sorceress hung small, flat, u-shaped washers of gold. Lois Lane found herself trying to hold her breath, to minimize the swaying as Circe slid more and more washers onto the chains...the weight increasing, a couple ounces at a time at a time.

Lois could stare down and see her breasts being pulled down in front of her...feel the skin stretch to the point of pain. Watched in terrible anticipation as her nipples pulled away, blood dripping from the holes. Yet just when Lois thought it would be too much...green light flickered beneath the skin of her breasts, and the pain faded to an itch...and then was gone.

A deep, throaty chuckle came from the sorceress' throat. She drank deep from her wine cup.

"How do you think those children stretch their earlobes? Or the Ndebele and Kayan Lahwi women stretch their necks with those rings? Or the Mursi, Sara, Lobi, and Makonde the lip plates? A little at a time. Letting the elastic skin and tissues stretch...tear...heal...and then a little more, and a little more. It is amazing what the human body could do. Of course, if you don't want to wait...magic can speed things up."

There was a clack as more gold weights were added to the chains dangling from Lois Lane's breasts...and with a sinking feeling, the reporter recognized the full magnitude of the woman's cruelty. Millimeter by millimeter, ounce by ounce, her breasts would stretch almost to the breaking point...and then the green lights would burn, and the pain would ease, and Lois would watch in display as even more weight was added, and her once firm and perky tits were dragged lower and lower, the floor seeming to fall away and the chains lengthen as ounces added up to pounds...and the reporter's poor tits stretched down and down, long skinny tubes marked by blue veins, her nipples stretched obscenely.

What would it even look like if I stood up? Lois thought, staring down at her distant nipples. Would they reach my waist? My knees!? When will Circe stop?