Lois Calls For Help

"...sorry, I am off-planet at this time," Superman's voice came through Lois Lane's smartphone. "Your distress call has been automatically forwarded to the Justice League. Please remain on the line, and a hero will be with you as soon as possible..."

"Shazbot," Lois Lane swore. She frowned and pulled her shirt over her growing breasts. The white fabric stretched taut over the mammaries, looking for all the world as though Lois was smuggling melons. The bottom of the shirt hung loose, exposing her flat stomach...and as they continued to grow, the hem slowly rose.

Lois stared down at her still-swelling juggs with mixed emotions. She couldn't help but admit a certain fascination with the process...she was bigger than Power Girl now, in the same category as specialty big-bust pornstars...but they looked so fake, jutting out unnaturally from her chest, and they were getting seriously heavy.

"Lois Lane?" A masculine voice broke in. "This is Green Arrow. What's the problem?"

"Oh for fu—" Lois strove to hide her disappointment, and gave an overview of the situation and where she was.

"Understood. I'm activating Justice League reservists in Metropolis and directing them to your location."

"Thank you!" Lois said, relieved that she wouldn't be rescued by the blond-bearded sex pest. The reporter sank back on the toilet, her bulbous breasts sticking out in front of her. Lois Lane dearly wished she had a proper bra for these...or a really tight sweater...or maybe Superman to sweep down from behind and grasp her massive mammaries in his rough hands as he...

Lois didn't see the vines until the door to the stall was ripped off its hinges. Then she looked up to see Poison Ivy standing with hands on hips, surrounded by growing vines and roots.

"There you are," the redhead said with a poisonous smile. "And coming along nicely, I see."