Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How many breasts does Lois have when Circe is done?

Eight Breasts

"It's hard to stop when you're having fun..." Circe murmured. Her hands moved up and down the reporter's body, squeezing the small, palmable breasts in her hands. Admiring the eight tits that now graced the reporter's body, the dark tattoos shifting to adjust to the reporter's new anatomy. Lois Lane hissed in pain as invisible needles pricked through new nipples, adding rings to match those above...

...and Lois Lane could not stop her. Utterly powerless as the sorceress sculpted her body.

Almost with an afterthought, Circe unhooked the weights from Lois Lane's aching primary tits. The reporter looked down, oddly dizzy as she stared at a cleavage that ran straight past her belly button. Lois had never felt so naked in her life...and there was a surreality to it all. As if she wasn't staring down at her body. Except she could feel it as Circe's hands ran down her torso, setting the rings to dangling.

Two fingers hooked a pair of the reporter's labial rings and spread them wide. A thin, clear ooze drooled from the reporter's tattooed lips.

I look like a whore, Lois thought, dizzily. Or an animal.

"You look beautiful," Circe said. "Don't you think? Or would you like them bigger? Or perhaps an udder right...here."

The sorceress' fingers rubbed at the brand above the reporter's pussy.

"Please..." Lois said, finding her voice at last. "Don't..."

"No? You don't want an udder? Or bigger breasts?" Circe said, her voice balanced between wry amusement and threat. "Then, my dear, what are you going to do to convince me to leave you as you are now?"