Not quite...

After saying goodbye to Minthe, Doctor Sheehy leads Nancy and Marvin out of the lab, down a hallway and into another. There are no specimens here, so no blurring is necessary - instead, beakers, stills, bunsen burners and all manner of chemical lab equipment fill the tables and shelves, fluids of various colors bubbling, steaming and dripping. Marvin does a quick sweep of the lab and the numerous lab techs at work here before returning to where Nancy and Doctor Sheehy have set up for the next part of the interview.

"Alright, Mallaid, what can you tell us about this lab?" Nancy's mammoth purple breasts are still wobbling from her last steps, but the camera barely strays towards them. Barely.

"This..." Doctor Sheehy indicates the entirety of the lab with a grand, sweeping gesture. "... Is where the magic happens. Here, we take extracts, samples and whatever else we can get from our specimens and put it through the wringer. That is, our talented lab techs Crystal, Candi, and Gaston try and isolate any active agents they can identify so we can get to testing. And before you ask, those aren't their real names. They didn't want to be mentioned on TV, so they asked me to use their stripper names - can't look someone up on the internet without a name."

"Uh, that just leads to another question - their stripper names?"

"Well, they're young, they're beautiful, and tuition is not cheap on the west coast. They have to make ends meet somehow." Nancy's slightly flabbergasted expression makes Doctor Sheehy chuckle. Then again, one student lab tech financing their studies via stripping? Alright. But all three of them?! Not that Doctor Sheehy gives Nancy the time to ask any more about this. "Come on, I'll show you what they're working on."

They walk only a few steps to where a tanned blonde with an impressive bust is preparing the centrifugal filtration of some kind of white, semi-opaque liquid. The closer the camera gets, the more obvious it becomes that both her hair color and her breasts seem to be fake - the former are quite dark at the roots and the latter are much too round and firm for their size to be purely flesh and blood. Her hair is bound in a tight ponytail and a large pair of glasses dominate her face.

"Hiya, Candi! This is Nancy from WCNN. Why don't you tell us what you're working on?" Doctor Sheehy asks as she grabs the lab tech's shoulder.

Candi turns around and gives Nancy and Marvin - and by extension the viewers - a bright smile, her eyes briefly dipping down to Nancy's mammoth tits, lingering just a second too long before returning to her face. As Candi takes a deep breath to launch into her explanation, the buttons on her lab coat strain to hold in her chest.

"Well, I'm about to filter the milk we got from a specimen of Triaenodon obesus mammaria, or the Whitetip boob shark. And yes, just as the name suggests, it's a shark with breasts. Two rows of five each, to be exact, on the belly from around the gills down to the cloaca. They do produce milk, and we have observed offspring feeding from them - this parental behavior is unique to the boob shark, of course. They are actually quite docile towards humans, so we could milk them without issue. The possible applications for the milk aren't know yet, though. We are still at the very start here."

"Boob. Shark." Even after seeing everything in the first lab, that's a lot to take in for Nancy.

"Hey, don't blame me," Candi says as she lifts both hands in a warding gesture. "I'm not the one that made these things, or even named them. I just deal with their secretions."

"Believe me, Nancy, everyone reacts that way at first." The giant, shit-eating grin on Doctor Sheehy's face betrays how much fun she's having. "He*beep*, what do you think we looked like when we found all this?"

"I mean, at least I saw pictures before being hit with the real deal out in the wild. I can't imagine what it was like for the divers and Minthe in particular..." Looking roughly into the direction of the lab with the mermaid's tank in it, Candi looks genuinely sad for Minthe. "And now she's stuck in a lab..."

"Well, the guys in Tech are working on some entertainment options for her. Every little bit helps, right?" Doctor Sheehy interjects before turning back to Nancy. "Now, do you have any more questions about Candi's work? If not, we can go to where Crystal is working on something we extract from Enteroctopus dofleini spongiosum."

"I do have one question for Candi," Nancy says, raising one light purple finger. "I know you said that you're still at the beginning - but if you had to make an educated guess as to the applications for, uh, boob shark milk, what would they be?"

"Hm, it's not very scientific to make a guess with as little data as we have, but..." Looking at Doctor Sheehy, Candi continues after the older woman gives her a nod. "So far, all the substances we tested have exclusively affected primary and secondary sexual characteristics, with some beautification effects depending on concentration. Medicinal applications are still being tested, but that takes more time. So, if I had to guess: We might be looking at something that will make boob jobs obsolete."

"Another something, I'd say." Doctor Sheehy glances at her chest, then at Nancy's. "Besides the stuff Nancy had and the coral extract I tested on myself."

"And if you wonder what she's talking about, dear viewers, you likely didn't watch the last Breaking News - but no worries, a VOD can be found on WCNN's website, in the members section." Turning towards the camera, Nancy winks and leans forwards slightly to present her bulging cleavage. "Please note that it's rated M for Mature."

"Okay, would that be it?" Candi gestures to the centrifuge she's been preparing. "I don't want to be rude, but I have to take care of a few other things after this."

"No, I don't have further questions, thanks." Nancy gives the lab tech a friendly smile. "We'll leave you to it, then."

"I'll see you later, Candi. We need to check on the mice we... you know." Candi nods and turns back to the centrifuge as the other two women walk deeper into the lab, the camera following them, bobbing up and down gently; either Marvin's arms are getting tired or he's trying to get some cheeky bootyshots in. WCNN's Breaking News seems to be turning into a mix of titillation and actual reporting, and fast.

"Now, here we have Crystal - she's our most senior lab tech and actually working on her dissertation right now. She will be the first to publish a scientific paper about our findings here. How's it going, Crystal?"

"Honestly? I feel a little gross." Crystal doesn't look at all like her name would suggest. Under her well-worn labcoat, the tall, lithe woman is wearing jeans and a black shirt with a skull on it, a dark grey beanie hides her hair save for a few brunette strands - still, her face is quite stunning. "I had to get some fresh samples from the cocktopu-- sorry, the Enteroctopus dofleini spongiosum, and I have to say that I can't wait until the techies whip up something so we don't have to do it by hand anymore. He gets so clingy all the time!"

"Oh, yeah... I remember how hard it was to get him into the tank." Doctor Sheehy laughs. "He wouldn't let go of Vern!"

"Uh-huh... It's not half as fun if it happens to you. Every last one of his arms was throbbing!"

Doctor Sheehy tries to stifle her laugh and is more or less successful; her being so distracted gives Nancy the opportunty to start asking questions.

"So you're working with... stuff from the octopus thing we saw in the first lab? Can you give our viewers a few comments on that?"

"Other than that I'm gonna make calamari fritti out of Johnson if he tries to hit my face one more time? Just that we're almost ready to begin testing on human volunteers. None of our tests showed harmful substances, and we haven't observed adverse health effects in our animal testing."

"And what about the effects of, uh, Johnson's secretions?"

"I'm afraid I can't share any of that as it's related to my research. No offense, but I'd rather keep everything under wraps until I've defended my thesis and receive my PhD." Crystal shrugs and points towards the test tubes with the thick, milky fluid. "But if you want to get a shot of Johnson's ji--uh, his secretions, go ahead. Sorry I can't give you more than that."

"That's quite alright, thank you." Nancy gestures towards Marvin so he zooms in on the test tubes, getting a nice shot of the reporter's purple cleavage in the process. "We appreciate the fact that WCNN has been invited in the first place."

"Hey, I didn't have a say in that, but I don't mind you being here. It's great publicity for our work!"

"Which is why I reached out to WCNN." Doctor Sheehy seems to have recovered from her laughing fit. "They seemed to be the best fit for what we're doing here after their first Breaking News. Alright, let's leave Crystal to her work - I have one more lab station to show you, Nancy."

After saying goodbye to Crystal, the two women and the camera guy cross the lab to where a well-built man of apparently Latin-American descent is working with a dropper to fill tiny measuring vessels with a clear, viscous fluid. He is so focused on what he's doing that he jumps when Doctor Sheehy touches his back.

"Oops, sorry, Ama--uh, Gaston. Didn't mean to scare you." Now that the camera is close enough, it becomes obvious that Gaston wasn't just very focused, but also listening to music. He takes out his in-ear headphones and looks up at Doctor Sheehy, who points at Nancy. "Nancy is here, she's with WCNN. You ready for a short interview?"

As Gaston looks towards Nancy, his brows scrunch up in a brief confusion. But as his eyes drift downwards from her face, he seems to come to terms with the reporter's unusual skin color for... whatever reason. Getting up, he extends one hand and smiles broadly, looking at Nancy's face again - his own face, chiseled, tanned and only marred by a little soul patch bristling under his lower lip, practically glows with excitement. But if that's due to being interviewed or due to his beautiful interviewer is hard to tell.

"Nice to meet you, Nancy. I'm... Gaston, the newest lab tech here. Want to know what I'm working on?"

"Sure, that's why I'm here." Nancy shakes Gaston's hand, who then steps back to the table, swaggering a bit more than would be appropriate.

"Well, I have here pure extract from Amphiprion vulvariensis, which I'm prepping for dilution. Right now, it's way too potent and concentrated."

"Amphiprion vulvariensis? That was the clownfish, correct?" Nancy steps a little closer to the lab table, looking at the tray with the tiny measuring vessels with interest, the camera following her.

"Yes! You're quite knowledgea--agh!" Gaston leans down on the table with one hand, a suave smile on his face - that immediately turns into a look of shock as his hand comes down on the edge of the tray, making it flip upwards and catapulting some of the filled vessels into the air before anyone can react.

They land right on Nancy's crotch, thick fluids spilling out and soaking into her thigh-length skirt. She staggers back against another table with a strangled gasp as Gaston falls back into his chair, white as a sheet. Marvin keeps filming, directing the camera at Nancy's shocked expression - but it quickly flushes red, the reporter's eyes growing hazy as her lips part to let a low, lustful sigh escape.

"Amado, you dum*beep*ss!" Doctor Sheehy's angry shout from off-camera get's partially beeped out, the moan that rises from Nancy's throat doesn't. "We have no idea what that stuff does to women! And how often did I tell you to f*beep*ng pay attention?!"

"Mmnnh~..." Nancy groans lustily, microphone dropping to the floor as she brings one hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her pencil skirt. And either her labia are much more meaty than average... or the effects of the clownfish juices are already becoming apparent.

"Sh-should I cut--" Seeing his boss practically masturbate in front of him, Marvin shakily asks if he should end the broadcast, but Doctor Sheehy interrupts him.

"Don't you dare! Keep rolling, we need to at least document everything!" Dutifully, Marvin zooms out so his boss is fully visible as Doctor Sheehy quickly walks over to where Nancy is now pushing against her slit, grabbing the edge of the table with her free hand. "How are you feeling, Nancy?"

"Nnnh... so horny... it's tight, and throbbing, and--ngh!" A wet, slurping sound interrupts Nancy, and she stiffens as her eyes fly open. "Oh god!"

WCNN seems to hold the scientific interest of their viewers in high regard - why else would they keep the broadcast going despite what's going on? They don't even blur Nancy's soaked crotch as a distinct bulge begins to form, the reporter's clit tenting the skirt as Nancy pinches it between two fingers, tugging slightly as the tent grows visibly with every passing second, the nipples on her massive, bulging bust hardening inside her blazer, tenting the fabric. Candi and Crystal can be heard gasping from off-screen - apparently they have come running to check what the commotion is about.

"Oooh gaaawd!" It's as if the tentative tugging has an amplifying effect on what's happening to Nancy. "I... it's... nghooooh!"

Before the eyes of Doctor Sheehy, Marvin, the lab techs and of course all the viewers of WCNN, the changes accelerate massively. Nancy's small bulge explodes forth, her skirt seams creaking as the fabric stretches over a disctinct, cylindrical shape, the reporter's hips thrusting helplessly into the air. Within seconds, the first stitches begin to rip, and a second bulge begins to form under the massive tent in Nancy's skirt.

"Nancy, I need you to describe the sensations!" Doctor Sheehy almost shouts, having gotten a clipboard from somewhere to take notes. "Be as specific as you can!"

"I cuh-cannngh! Fu-fuu*beep*ugh!" Nancy is now holding on to the edge of the table with both hands, knees buckling as a tear begins to form at the front of her skirt, dark purple skin and part of a gaping slit appearing. At the hem of her skirt, the lower swells of two round, smooth ovoids start becoming visible. "S-so--ooohgaaawd!"

Another surge of violent growth, and the deep purple head of what's obviously a massive, throbbing cock breaks through the rip in Nancy's skirt. After almost two full seconds, it finally gets blurred, ample time for a thick drop of pre to form on the yawning slit at the end. The heavy balls swelling below are by now big enough to begin stretching the reporter's skirt on their own, almost hanging to her knees already.

"Hooh... nnhoohoooh~..." As Nancy groans and thrusts her already enormous, bulging rod into the air, Doctor Sheehy frantically scribbles down notes, glancing up at the reporter again and again. "Nnghhuuh!"

As her nuts **** apart her legs, Nancy's shaft grows longer and thicker rapidly, fast enough that her head peeks out of the blurred spot again and again, the guys at WCNN barely able to keep up. Blurring live footage is hard work. Of course, Nancy's massive cock is harder, the urethral bulge pulsing as pre-cum pumps through it and spatters on the ground. It's still growing, throbbing visibly as it twitches, nearly as long as Nancy's forearm by now and definitely thicker.

"Ooohgooood~!" Nancy almost wails as her tongue lolls from her mouth, eyes rolling back in her head. "Puh-pleeashe... sho hoo--nhooo!"

She can barely keep standing as glob after glob of pre launches from her shaft, arching out of the blurred spot and landing noisily on the lab floor. Nancy's giant tits wobble and slosh as she keeps bucking her hips, swelling balls jostled by her thighs as they gurgle and churn noisily - quickly approaching the size of ostrich eggs. It's as if they are racing Nancy's shaft in who can grow faster, and the reporter's ridiculously oversized cock is all too eager to take up the challenge.

"Ohooogh!" Flexing and straining, Nancy's gargantuan, purple prick swings upwards and slaps between her fittingly huge mammaries, wet spots having formed on her dress where her desperately hard nipples tent the fabric. "Ahaaah~..."

Nancy's arm-thick shaft is still thickening as it presses itself between her heaving tits, pushing in her blazer, which in turn drags over her stiff nipples, bending them sideways and providing additional stimulation. The reporter is thrusting upwards now, relishing in the friction of her soft bust around her drooling shaft, giving herself a mind-blowing titfuck, balls bouncing and slapping against her thighs. The dark purple glans of her cock peeks out of her bust again and again, spilling thick pre onto the soft swells - that much is visible even through the blurred spot. With this, WCNN has straight-up crossed the line from reporting to newsreel pornography.

"Nancy!" Doctor Sheehy tries again to get a verbal description of the sensations from Nancy. "I need you to--"

"Ah-ah-ooaaAAAAH!" It's too late. One last surge of growth, and with Nancy's shaft now as thick as her upper arm and almost reaching her nose, nuts nearly as big as the reporter's head twitch, clench... unload.

And finally, as the first thick glob of spunk fountains from Nancy's distended urethra to spatter down on the floor, lab equipment, and of course Marvin and his camera, WCNN cuts back to the studio.

"Hmmhmmhmm♫~..." Glenn Turpins is sucking on his pencil, pouty lips pursed as he pushes it in and out of his mouth, eyes staring off into the distance until they suddenly grow wide and stare at the camera. "Oh, we're back on?"

Sitting back up straight, Glenn clears his throat cutely and pushes out his modest chest.

"That was Nancy McArthur, live from the Teller Institute of Technology, reporting on the exciting new species just off the coast of Bay Cove. And it looks like it was a rather enjoyable experience!" Glenn smiles broadly and tilts his head to the side. "Thank you for watching, and remember: You can find all our Breaking News as VODs on our website in the members area. Until next time - I'm Glenn Turpins, and this is WCNN."