Yes She Does

The nurse returned to her desk and Lois laid there with the strange pressure inside of her stomach, staring at the ceiling. Indecision wrestled within her—she could get up, rip the adhesive bandage off, and probably make it outside before too much of that stuff "soaked in." The reporter still wasn't convinced that it could do what the nurse claimed...but Maria seemed to believe in it.

Admit it. Lois spoke silently to herself in her own head. You want to see if it will work.

Breast augmentation without surgery. It seemed fantastic. Lois stared down at her girls. They weren't small, exactly. But she could see her feet. And there were times in her life she wished she couldn't. To have the rack for some of the more daring dresses, to feel...more like a woman.

The reporter paused at that slightly alien thought. More like a woman? Where had that come from?

Before she could dwell on it, Lois winced as her pussy started to itch under the bandage. The reporter had to hold herself back from scratching it. Maria squeezed her hand.

"Has it started to burn?"

It did, then. Lois squirmed a little. It felt a bit like a urinary track infection...one of those times when she always had to pee, no matter what, and her whole vaginal track just felt hot and sensitive, burning slightly like an itch under a cast. The kind that can drive you mad.

"That means its working." Maria's voice was a bit sad, and Lois glanced over at her.

"You've done this before?" The reporter didn't say: but you don't look very big.

"I've been here before. With the others. I held their hands, too."

Alarm bells started to go off in Lois' subconscious. She dropped her voice down to a whisper: "Where are they?"

"You'll see." Maria squeezed her hand. "Just you wait, and you'll see them."

There didn't seem to be much to say after that. Lois was afraid of trying to pull too much from Maria at once...and her mind was focused, more and more, on the burning heat inside her pussy. She could feel it spreading, diffusing slowly away from her crotch...but her cunt itself was on fire. More than once Lois caught herself flexing her legs against the stirrups, trying to rub her legs together, to do something to relieve the awful itch that seemed to reach straight down into her core.

By the time the nurse returned to check on her, Lois could feel herself grinding her teeth, nerves on edge, and oddly enough her breasts felt puffy and sore.

The black woman reached over and grabbed the reporter's tits, gently. The reporter hissed in sudden pain.

"Sensitive?" The nurse raised an eyebrow. Lois nodded, and the woman released her boobs.

"Good. That means you're ready for phase two. Let's get you prepped."