Red Kryptonite (#44)

The crystal burned red, seeming to glow from within.

A tingling sensation spread through Lois' nipple, and then into her breast. The blue veins seemed to stand out more clearly on her tit, and she looked at it curiously. It felt...heavier. Like most women, her "girls" were never exactly identical, but as she watched her left breast did seem to be getting noticeably more swollen, to weight down more on her chest...in only a minute, it seemed to have gone up half a cup size, at least, and the nipple pierced by that ring was so hard and erect it hurt.

Then she felt the tingle spread, across her chest, and began to seep into her right breast. Here too her tit felt definitely heavier, to become fuller, less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape. The breasts stood out fuller, more defined, with a bit more of sag—and the right nipple too grew painfully erect.

Tentatively, Lois lifted her right breast, felt the added weight of the boob-flesh as she hefted it in her hand. "Maria?" she said. "What is..."

"I like my girls with a little more meat." The woman said, taking Lois' mammaries in her hand. The previously palmable titties now overflowed the woman's hands, and Lois could feel the tingle spreading...

Lois looked in the mirror to see her trim stomach grow soft—literally soft, a little pooch of a belly swelling up just above her mons, hours of running disappearing as her belly button deepened. The tingle intensified around her hips and ass, a constant buzzing that brought with it an unsettling shift in her center of gravity. The reporter turned to look at herself in profile.

She had a booty.

Her posterior had never been her best feature; she had went from a flat-assed teen to a firm but petite derrier as a woman, size kept under control by dieting and shape maintained by exercise, but no matter how many squats she did her butt never bubbled...but now it did. She gave her milkshake a little shake, and watched the booty clap—not much, it was true. Lois didn't see any of the tell-tales of cellulite, her fleshy ass and hips were still smooth and not saggy; there weren't even any stretch marks.

"I do like full-figured women." Maria said, and dipped a hand down to cup Lois' fat pussy. She stared Lois in the eyes. "What say we take your new body for a test fuck?"