Breast Expansion

It was a red crystal, faceted like a chunk of quartz. The light around it took on a crimson haze, as it reflected and scattered the rays of the sun lamps. Lois felt a tingle sweep through her entire body—a pins-and-needles sensation that swept throughout her body before it focused on her own palmable tits.

Girls liked to talk, sometimes, about how puberty had hit them all at once. Lois had been like that. One day, she had been flat, a pair of mosquito bites on a thin, muscular chest. And then...they had begun to grow. Not overnight, but swift enough that she hadn't noticed, day by day, until one day she had taken a soccer ball to the chest and...noticed she had boobs.

Lois hadn't been either an early or a late bloomer, though like many women, she hadn't ever had anything like that first growth spurt. She had stayed a fairly respectable B-cup. If she had let herself put on a bit of weight, the reporter reckoned her breasts might get a bit bigger...maybe up to D-cups...but she had seen women that did that, and wasn't keen on packing on the pounds, and maybe getting stretch marks if she put on the weight too quickly. B-cups had been her lot in life.

...until now.

The blue veins seemed to stand out more clearly on her tits, and she looked they almost seemed...larger. Like most women, her "girls" were never exactly identical, but she felt a pressure in her chest, and the veins seemed more prominent...and her pink nipples were so hard and erect that they hurt.

Maybe this is what puberty was like, if shrunk down into minutes instead of weeks. Lois could feel as well as see the changes, the pressure stretching her from within as her tits became fuller, less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape, the breasts standing out more defined, with a hint of sag—and there was a pat pat pat as she dripped on the floor, her pussy swamped at the thought.

"Look on the screen, Lois." Lex said. And she did.

She saw herself reflected in the screen from some hidden camera, bathed in red light...but not as she had ever seen herself before. Her juggs had swollen to at least a D-cup...from palmable Hershey kisses to proudly jutting sacks that she could heft with her hands.

"What do you think?" He said, and the familiar refrain played in the background.

...YOUlikeTITSyouDOlikeBREASTSyouLIKEjuggsYOUuddersLIKE...

"I..." she said, and swallowed. She still recognized herself. What would other people think, to see her like this? "Miss Lane got a boob job." "Daily Planet's Star Pair of Tits." Tabloid rag fodder. "I think..." she said.