Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How swiftly do the injections take to work?

Hours

There were more shots. Lois Lane could only lay there, unable to move or resist as this woman—Blaze—**** the strange fluids into the reporter's helpless body. Naked and bound to the table, the reporter could no longer see the people who had manhandled her before, not even Tyrell who had led her here. She could only feel the painful swelling and burning of her breasts...and down below, as the needles slid under the skin of her navel, in her stomach.

The finale came swifter than Lois thought it would.

Blaze taped the reporter's eyelids to cheek and eyebrow. The needle approached the violet eye...not to aim for the iris, but to slide across the top, into the meat...

"It's the easiest access to the brain," Blaze said. "The **** works much faster that way, little cow."

Sharp pain. The crunch as a steel needle punched through bone. A single tear fell down Lois Lane's cheek as the plunger was pressed down, and something cool flowed underneath her forehead...

They left her there, afterward. Hours passed, though Lois didn't know it, her body speedily accomplishing in minutes what would normally take weeks or months. The pink sludge slid down the tube in her throat, into her stomach. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and with each breath the once-palmable tits swelled a little bigger. The pale skin stretched, blue veins rose near the surface, the pink areola widened and the nipples thickened into cow-like teats. As the mass of each tit increased, the twin swollen mounds began to sag, but they continued to grow.

Each breath caused them to wobble, to spread, to rise further. The hard nipples changed slowly, little bumps of prominent milk ducts readying themselves for discharge. The sex **** struggled now to breathe with the weight on her chest, the magnificent milkers like a pair of gallon jugs, and still growing...and down below, on her abdomen, where the other shots were made, the flat abdomen began to soften. The juicy cunny between her thighs grew red and enflamed. Hips cracked as they widened, to allow easier birth, and the thin, muscular thighs and buttocks began to fill out, until the reporter's lower half strained against the straps that now cut into her flesh.

A miraculous change in mere hours.