Lois Can't See Any Changes

Lois Lane blinked, starting down at herself. Waiting for something to happen. She stared at her breasts, which though lovely were not looking inclined to get any bigger. Closing her eyes, she began to count to ten...and when Lois reached twelve she opened them and looked down and...she was still the same.

The reporter felt...silly. Dejected. A little stupid and disappointed in herself. Here she was, in a dingy basement probably used by a murderous cult, playing around with spells and ritual daggers like a kid playing with Dungeons & Dragons and ouija boards for the first time.

Shaking her head ruefully, Lois quickly put the book and ritual paraphernalia back in the alcove. A good hard shove with her shoulder got the statue moving back into place, locking with an audible "click."

"Now that I know your secret, I can come back for your treasures if I need them," Lois whispered out loud...and headed out the Black Door, back to the elevator.

On the ride up, she felt the familiar stomach-queasiness and tingling in her feet that she always did in elevators—but her mind was on the next step. The cult was real, but she was no closer to finding the missing women. She needed another lead, another clue...maybe she could work the barmaid over...

That made Lois smile. Thinking about the young woman behind the bar, her hair dyed red and pink, those pierced breasts beneath the tight-fitting shirt...bigger than Lois' own, but softer...it made the reporter's own shirt feel tight just thinking about it.

Lois Lane blinked out of her reverie. Her chest was tight: the bra straps were digging into her shoulders, her boobs felt heavier, and there was something wrong with her nipples. She stared down at herself, bringing her hands up to examine her girls...and felt the hard points of something catching on her bra, tugging painfully at her nipples.

I...need to go somewhere I can take a look at this. The reporter thought.