Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Circe Do To Lois Now?

Make Lois Grow More Breasts

"...but magic allows so many more possibilities. So very many more," Circe said, drunk on her own power. Green fire burned in her eyes, and flowed down her arms. The sorceress released the reporter's tortured tits, and slid down Lois Lane's torso, to fasten just beneath the breasts, thumbs touching either side of the sternum.

Later, Lois would try to make sense of what she had felt in that moment. The green flames didn't burn her...in fact, her body had seemed to drink in the heat. Lois struggled, the weights still stretching out her breasts painfully, and down below the heat built, spread, and then shrank back and concentrated. The reporter had grimaced against the pain as Circe's fingers had pinched the skin there between thumbs and forefingers...and then pulled.

Something changed, then. It wasn't just skin stretching. The pinched skin between those fingers became small pink nipples. The emerald fire traced the formation of veins, arteries, milk ducts, nerves. Pectoral muscles shifted and rewove themselves; Lois could feel the tension wrap around all the way to her spine as they found new attachment points. Sweat rolled down the reporter's naked skin, and still Circe pulled...a little more...a little more, fat filling out the new structures, giving them form and heft.

Until the sorceress's grip slackened, and Lois gasped as the hands cupped and lifted her new tits.

Lois panted as the older woman felt her up, pleased with her new creations. The third and fourth tits were the same size and shape as Lois Lane's original breasts. Palmable, half-tear-drop shapes with little pink nipples, perky but with that slight hang. The reporter swallowed and strove to suppress a moan as the ache of the weight on her old nipples now conspired with the pleasure of having her new nipples teased and caressed.

"Not bad, Lane. In fact...I think you might look even better with a few more..."

The reporter moaned aloud, unable to suppress a shudder as Circe's hands slid down further, to where the ribs gave way to the abdomen proper.