Scolds Them Both

The Black woman's face was like the frown of God herself at the iniquity of creation. Deep lines ran from above her nose to the downturned corners of her mouth, the folds of her neck prominent as she tucked her chin against her chest. Her brown eyes flared wide as she saw the lines that had come loose.

"You...stupid...cuntlicking dykes," the nurse's voice trembled with barely constrained fury. She reached over and pinched one of Lois Lane's nipples between thumb and forefinger, and the reporter cried out in pain.

"Look at this! You have almost ruined this experiment. All because you animals couldn't wait a...stop eating her pussy while I'm talking to you, goddammit!"

Maria looked up from where her head had been buried between the reporter's legs. Her chin was sticky, like the chocolate-smudged fingers of a child caught around an empty cookie-jar.

With a tremendous effort of will, the short black woman drew herself up to her full height. She stared the reporter in the eye.

"I'm going to give you a choice. You can either leave now, without compensation, and hope your tits don't rot off...or you can agree to one of our more advanced treatments. Which might at least stabilize your breast growth."

Lois blinked. Her head still felt fuzzy...almost like she was drunk.

"My...tits?" She managed. "Big-ger?"

"Yes," the nurse said. "Bigger tits."

"Bigger tits!" Lois said, with as much emphasis as she could, nodding her head vigorously. She sank back against the bed, mentally exhausted.

"Maria," the nurse said. "Get your face out of her cunt and help me take her to Lab 3. We're going to give her the new treatment."