Lois Sucks Her Own Tit

Swiftly, the reporter grabbed one breast and hauled it to her mouth. It made her stomach turn that her breasts were now so saggy that she could nearly fold it in half, just to stuff the soft, bulbous end with the hard nipple into her mouth. The warm flesh filled her mouth, and Lois looked up, in hopes that whatever camera was on her caught the action before Mercy subjected the reporter to another terrible transformation.

"Very good," Mercy Graves' said as she ceased to count. "It seems you're learning, Lane. Keep it up, and maybe you'll even go back to formal...but for right now, we need to test the limits of your new form's elasticity."

There was a buzzing sound. Lois turned, and saw four glowing circles had appeared near the far wall: two on the floor, and two on the wall.

"Go and face the wall. Place your feet in the circles on the floor, and your hands in the circles on the wall. You have five seconds to comply."

Lois jogged over there, her grotesquely swollen and saggy tits bumped against her knees. The circles on the floor were about shoulder-length apart, and they lit up green as Lois stood in them. The circles on the wall were slightly farther apart, but Lois could place her hands in them and stand with her shoulders back, spine straight, to stare straight ahead.

"Good girl. Stand perfectly still, now. Don't move an inch."

A portion of the wall slid aside. The top of the opening was just even with the reporter's collarbone, while the bottom was at about at the lower tip of her sternum. Long, skeletal metal claws or mandibles emerged from the dark recess. Lois flinched, but held her ground. The "arms" were telescoping metal rods, but the grabbers at the end were tubular, half-circles like open handcuffs.

The reporter could feel her teeth on edge, heart pounding fast the metal half-circles pressed against the skin near her armpits...and then moved forward, toward the center of her body, until the metal was pressed against the base of the skin of her breasts. Terrible foreboding filled the reporter as the tips of the half-circles telescoped out with a mechanical hiss, and she could feel the metal slide against the skin and down between her now epic cleavage...until she had two cold metal circles tightly bound around the base of her breasts.

"Don't move," Mercy Graves ordered. Then added, a sneer in her voice. "No matter how much it hurts."

The metal rods began to slowly retract into the wall...and as they did, the metal breast-manacles went with them. Lois grit her teeth as she felt her titanic tits now drawn through these tight circles...and the pressure on her shoulders, back and spine increased as her swaying, saggy boobs were drawn up and out, the elastic skin of her strangely transformed body stretching like taffy.

Lois Lane wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.