Lois Drags Her Ridiculously Oversized Breasts Deeper Into The Lab

There was a labcoat. While it couldn't offer any support to her aching shoulders of the fleshy masses hanging from her chests, it at least covered the reporter's nudity. She struck out into the ocrridor with her back straight and shoulders square, as if marching on the parade ground...doing her best to look like she belonged. It was better than being naked. If someone caught a glimpse of her down a corridor, they wouldn't immediately knew she was the big-titted freak that they were looking for.

Plus, she had the nurse's keycard.

Every nerve on edge, ready to bolt, Lois carefully crept through the facility, using her keycard on every door to see what she had access to. The place was, she discovered, very much like a hospital under construction...hinting at a lot more money and sophistication than she had anticipated. Whenever Lois heard someone coming, she quickly ducked into the nearest room...be it bathroom, lab, or supply-closet...and waited for them to go past.

It was delicate, nerve-wracking work...and that wasn't the worst of it.

Her tits were still growing.

They were the size of medicine balls now, much bigger than her head, and they stretched the front of the labcoat to its limit, revealing a deep pline of cleavage that any red-blooded male would have stabbed his mother to lose himself in. Her nipples were thicker than quarters and sticking out stiff, tenting the white fabric...a constant distraction as they rubbed against the fabric as Lois worked her way deeper and deeper into the facility.

Then, just when Lois thought things couldn't get worse, they began to leak.

Wet circles formed on the front of her stolen labcoat, and white drops beaded the fabric. Lois cursed and wondered whether she could go into one of the empty rooms and just milk herself a bit to get some relief...and then she heard voices up ahead.

Familiar voices. One masculine, confident, precise, almost accentless English. She could picture the bald head and green eyes that belonged to that voice. Lex Luthor. The other voice though...not one Lois had ever heard before, but what they were saying was much more interesting. As they approached, Lois slid into an empty room, but kept the door cracked to listen as they passed.

"...disappeared. I suspect the subject has escaped," Luthor said. "How far can she get? You promised that your treatment was foolproof. That she'd be a complacent milch cow, like the others."

"If ze conditioning iz complete, yes, it iz foolproof!" The other said. A woman's voice, heavily accented. "Ve tested ze procedure on hundreds of women...ze results were always ze same. Docile, complacent, lactating, zexually available. If not for zat damned..."

"I get the picture," Luthor said dryly. "What if the conditioning was not complete? From what I've determined she was exposed to the kryptonite, but once they'd hooked her up for the conditioning she went wild..."

"Zer iz sometimes a violent reaction, at first," the woman said. "But no normal woman could break zose bonds."

"She might not be entirely...normal...at this point," Luthor admitted. "The Kryptonian DNA graft that allowed the red kryptonite to effect her might have given her a degree of super-strength. Nothing like Superman's or Supergirl's, but..."

Lois lost Luthor's words as he and his associate passed out of range of her hearing. The reporter's heart was in her throat, and she could feel rivulets of warm milk ooze down her breasts. Her tits felt ready to explode...but one thing she latched onto was something Luthor said. "Like the others."

The reporter had a feeling she knew what had happened to the other women...