Lois Makes Another Wish

The reporter clutched the jewel in her hand. She could already feel the strain in her back, spine screaming at her. These breasts were too big. Monstrous on her frame. Yet if she could concentrate...focus....picture herself in her mind's eye...

It was so hard to imagine the right size of breasts. Lois Lane had done an article once on breast augmentation, and the women she had spoken to had all talked about how difficult it was to put into words what they wanted. Some of them had worn breast forms, beforehand, to gauge what they wanted...and often, Lois had realized later, opted for larger sizes. One or two had been surgical addicts, uncaring about the final appearance, just wanted the biggest implants they could afford...and there were some who had lost their breasts to cancer or injury, who just wanted to have their breasts back, to feel like women again.

Yet how to talk about it? Cup sizes and band sizes? Comparisons with fruits and sport balls? Lois knew none of these could capture the reality of what it meant to have breasts. The shape, the hang, the mass, the sensitive nipples, the way they moved on her chest...and as her fingers clamped tighter about the gem, until it felt like the facets dug into her flesh until she was about to bleed, Lois Lane settled on what breasts she really wanted.

She made a little wish.

Pins and needles stabbed through her body...but a weight lifted off of her back. Lois felt something drain from her, and her whole body shook, her mind felt empty...something ephemeral and vital had drained from her, into the crystal that now was warm in her hand...and Lois Lane opened her eyes and stared down at her breasts.

They might have been a G-cup; though Lois would have to check her bra to be sure. They jutted out, much further and heavier and wider than her original boobs had been—and Lois placed hand against her left tit and marveled that she couldn't encompass the whole of it with her fingers. They were big tits...but realistic. Not ludicrous, not monstrous. The kind of breasts that might make her the bustiest reporter at the Daily Planet, but not a freak who was fifty percent mammary by volume.

Which meant that...the gem was magic. It worked.

"Now," Lois said as she straightened up and stared at the gem. "What do I do with you?"

The reporter was so enraptured by the gem, and her new breasts, that she totally forgot one very important person...