Her Breasts Are Definitely Swelling

Lois Lane blinked, light-headed, momentarily dazzled by the studio lights. The studio-space consisted of two sets, a bedroom and a living room with a black leather couch, separated by a door. There were four cameras set up, doors for dressing rooms or bathrooms on the left and right. The reporter could make out about half a dozen people...all men. Camera guys in jeans and t-shirts, business types in suits, and two big black guys in black t-shirts labeled "SECURITY" in yellow letters.

No missing women. No sign of an office.

The reporter smiled in what she hoped was an empty-headed, disarming way, kept close to Tyrell, and pushed out her chest to try and emphasize her normally-slim bust.

Except her chest didn't need any help.

The straps of her bra were digging into the reporter's shoulders, and Lois stared down to find to find that the front of her shirt was at least an inch further out than where she had left it, the bottom of the shirt creeping upwards to expose a bit of her stomach.

Tyrell took the lead, tugging the reporter's upper arm so that she staggered in a half-feigned daze over to a table where men in bad suits were going over paperwork and counting money. All large bills, the reporter noted.

"We got a volunteer," Tyrell said. "He name's...Joanne. Wants to be in a movie. Tonight. Fast cash, feed her habit."

Then men looked the reporter up and down. Lois smiled. She was probably older than their usual "model," but with her clubwear and makeup, maybe she would look younger...except Lois found it was harder to breathe. Her bra was biting into the skin of her breasts painfully now.

With a smoothness that took her completely by surprise, Tyrell's hand slipped up, under Lois's jacket and shirt, and with one finger unhooked her bra. The reporter gasped as her tits surged forward, now almost totally unrestrained.

"She's had a dose," one of the men said. He was small, heavyset, hairy as a hedgehog, and looked vaguely familiar. Like a pornstar you passed on the street, maybe. "You want to be in the movies, miss? You okay with doing things naked in front of the camera?"

"Yeth," Lois said, letting a little lisp into her voice, hoping she wasn't overdoing the bimbo act.

"Take off your shirt," he said. "Let's see what we have to work with."

Lois gulped. She felt a creeping panic...but this was part of it, right? If she wanted to find the missing women, Lois would have to get in a little deeper.