Lois Lane Is Helpless As Nanny Pops Again...And Her Breasts Expand

The reporter staggered to her feet. Her diaper was wet. Lois Lane staggered around the Nanny, whose movements were stiff and mechanical. The music came from hidden speakers, but it also came from inside the nurse, and a shiver went down the disoriented reporter as she pushed past Nanny and stepped out of the nursery and into the 1950s-style kitchen.

Or at least tried to.

"The monkey chased the wea-sel..." Nanny sang as Lois Lane crashed head-first into the transparent barrier that separated playroom from kitchen. The reporter staggered back, her bare heel pressed against some soft toy, and she fell backward heavily, landing on her back.

Nanny stared down at her.

"They ran and ran and hag great fun..."

With a groan, Lois Lane rolled over on her stomach. In desperation, the reporter scrabbled around the room. Each soft toy that came to hand she flung at the nurse, who let the padded and cuddly objects strike her and fall to the floor. Nanny's smile never wavered. An audible click grew louder and louder from within Nanny as she turned to face the reporter who kept on the move, **** now as she banged on the walls.

"POP goes the wea-sel!"

Something broke inside Lois. Her spine cracked. Legs shook and knees quaked as she fell to the ground. A terrible heat flushed through the reporter's chest as her shirt ballooned, suddenly tight. Electric ecstasy zapped down her spine, and her diaper grew heavier as her bladder let loose again.

Which left Lois Lane blinking, on all fours, in a soggy diaper...and she stared down at her chest, to stare incomprehensibly at the lady lumps which were suddenly much bigger than they used to be. Her back ached terribly, and her body shook and shivered, skin suddenly tight. It was as if every spare ounce of fluid in her had been suddenly **** into her tits.

Yet before the reporter could follow that thought, the shadow of Nanny fell across her.

"Oh, you've made a mess in your diaper! We'll have to change you again," there was an audible click. "And then perhaps a...bottle."

Lois Lane was unable to resist as Nanny stiffly bent over to pick up, the arms grasped and lifted the diapered reporter with inhuman strength.

Elsewhere

Toyman's pants had been pulled down for several minutes now. Eyes fixed on the screen, he stroked his stubby shaft as he admired Lois Lane's humiliation. One finger smoothed his moustache.

"You know..." he said to himself. "I'll bet there are other people who would pay to see this..."