Her Breasts Get Bigger...and Greener

Lois Lane's legs wobbled beneath her, but Poison Ivy kept a firm hold on the reporter's tits. As the seeds worked deeper into her breasts and began to germinate, the tiny shoots connecting with the reporter's arteries and nerves, the redheaded villain could feel her control growing...and that wasn't the only thing.

At the best of times, Lois Lane wore a 32B bra, her perky tits bare palmfuls, exquisitely shaped, soft yet firm. As the tiny seeds grew and released their complex biological compounds, the reporter's body reacted. Fluid filled the tissues, and beneath her hands the villain could feel the flesh begin to swell and grow firmer.

"Aaagh! Lois moaned as the straps of her bra dug into her back. Her panties were drenched, the wet fabric riding up her crack, the excess fluid dribbling out of the leg holes. The reporter's eyes rolled back in her head as climax after climax chained together, each wave of pleasure crashing down onto her until she couldn't think...couldn't resist...and to the crowd around them, they would only see the pale red-head groping her, fingers pinching and teasing those nipples, the breasts swelling until her shirt stretched out in front of her...and Ivy smiled as she saw the greenish tinge beginning to spread out from the reporter's nipples.

"Look at you," Ivy whispered. "They'll think you're smuggling fruit. Oranges...grapefruit..."

The green fingers pushed the stiff nipples hard, **** them to invert, and Lois lost all control of her body, squirting messily as she went limp in the villain's arms.

"...watermelons," Ivy hissed.

Two of her mooks stepped from the crowd and grabbed the reporter's legs. The dancers watched. Some of them whispered about ****, overdoses, security...but none of them tried to stop them as Lois Lane was carried off the dance floor, Poison Ivy continuing to play with the still-growing tits.