Lois Lets Them Grow For A Few More Minutes

"Fifteen minutes," Lois muttered to herself. "No more. Just...just to see how big they get. No harm in that, right?"

The reporter took out her phone and set a timer for fifteen minutes...and that gave her an idea.

As the seconds ticked away, Lois turned on the camera feature.

Normally, Lois Lane's tiny titties had a little bit of sage to them. Not much, because there wasn't much to sag, but the natural sort of hang that she associated with natural breasts. Yet whatever Poison Ivy had done to Lois was something different. The breasts were rounding out from the top, pushing the skin forward as they slowly filled out.

The result was unnatural, in the way that big implants on naturally skinny women were unnatural. Lois could feel and see her skin stretching, growing tighter. The slow creep of strain on her shoulders, neck, and back muscles. The way the skin pulled at her armpits. Yet a part of her couldn't help feel her heart flutter as she admired her stupid, fake-looking stripper tits.

They were already bigger than a hand could grasp...something that Lois was pleased to explore, groping her left tit with one hand while holding the phone out as far as her arm could reach. Even more prepared for the extra sensitivity of her nipples, Lois still gasped at the sensation. It was like picking out cantaloupes at the grocery store.

How big am I? Lois wondered. A D-cup? An E-cup? Has my band size gone up? Where is all that mass coming from?

The reporter could figure that much out at least. The camera showed her abdominal muscles becoming more defined...as if the subcutaneous fat must be draining from her skin, or at least some of the excess moisture. Lois ran a dry tongue over her lips, suddenly aware of how ravenously thirsty she was. Whatever Ivy had done to her tits, Lois reasoned that it must be drawing all of her excess fluid and fat into them...like a camel's humps.

So, Lois reasoned as she pressed her arms together, squeezing the fat titties and enjoying the fact that she had actual cleavage for the first time in her life. What happens if I drink a bunch of water?

The timer on the phone chimed.