Right In The Tits

There were two tiny pricks as the needle-tips touched her nipples—swiftly rising to pain as the madman pushed further. Even through the haze of the ****, Lois Lane could feel the cold needles push deep into the small mammaries...all the way until the glass reservoirs were pressing against her breasts, and she could feel the long metal needles press into the muscles beneath. Only when they were fully inserted did Dr. Dorian use his thumbs to life the plungers slightly.

In the syringes, Lois saw blood mix with the grey-white goo. Dazed, the pain cutting through the narcotic, she saw blood and serum mix into a pinkish froth...which Dorian slowly but surely injected deep into her pectoral muscles. A faint heat burned through the naked, bound reporter as the ancient DNA and gene-splicing **** began to spread out.

With an almost orgasmic sigh, Dorian withdrew the needles. The fire in her body followed the path of the needles, and she saw pinkish drops at the tips of her violated nipples.

"Normally, this kind of change would take weeks to change every cell, then months for the physical changes to be manifest," he said as he laid the empty syringes on a tray. "But fortunately, I've found ways to accelerate the process. Ladies?"

Two of the cat-women stepped forward. Lois tried to mumble something, but her paralysis was complete.

"First a deep tissue massage to make sure the serum penetrates," Dorian said, talking aloud but facing away from Lois, so she could barely understand him. "And then a few hours in the hyperbolic time chamber..."

What he said next was lost on Lois as soft-furred hands each grabbed on of her small breasts and began to massage them. The women were strong, their palms and fingertips padded like a housecat's, and Lois could have screamed as they pushed and pressed her violated flesh...working the fat and muscles, spreading the fire of the serum throughout her body...it was as terrible an ordeal as Lois Lane had ever experienced.

Yet her eyes went to the ceiling...and saw, for just a moment, a feline face staring at her through a hole in a ceiling tile.