End: In Rare Cases It's Permanent

Lois blinked. She stared down at her swollen tits, which were rare and angry as a bee sting.

"What."

"I mean, they'll definitely shrink a little bit," Ivy said. "But, uh, some of the laboratory tests showed actual breast tissue being formed, instead of just fluid swelling, so you might be looking at..."

"Hey Red," Harley Quinn broke in. "Is that why all those rats in the lab have tits? I mean, some of 'em can't even move right, they just lay there on their funbags with their little legs kicking, and the boy rats fuck 'em and then their bellies swell up 'cause they're preggers and..."

"YES!" Ivy hissed. "Thank you Harley. And don't let any of that pollen out! I want you pregnant."

"Yeah, yeah," the clown princess rolled her eyes, dropped the hose and wandered over to squeeze back into her hotpants.

Lois Lane stared down at her breasts. They were so sensitive they hurt. THe skin was taut as a balloon, nipples hard. It did kind of remind her of reactions she'd had to poison ivy, the way the skin would swell up with fluid, but that had just been in little patches...nothing like this...

"You said you weren't a prostitute," Poison Ivy said, sitting down next to Lois. "So why did you come here?"

"I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet," Lois Lane explained. "These women went missing, and their last known location was this club..."

She told the story of how she had gotten down here. The redhead nodded, green eyes staying steady on Lois, asking the occasional question. Lois could feel a frightening intelligence at work there, putting pieces together, but waiting for the reporter to finish.

When she was done, Ivy explained: "Harley and I came here to work. Mostly as muscle. Low-stress, low-profile gig, money was alright...neither of us wants to go back to Arkham Asylum. All the girls that work here are supposed to be...it's not like your normal pimp-palace, you understand? Willing workers, come and go as they please. But I did notice some of them have been staying longer...and so have we..."

Ivy frowned, looking around at the greenhouse and the marijuana plants.

"Now that I think about it...we've stayed here a lot longer than we should have. This whole greenhouse thing wasn't in the original deal. I think...she's been messing with our minds."

Ivy's frown deepened. The plants around Lois began to shudder and sway in an invisible wind, and Lois remembered the old proverb "Don't fuck with mother nature."

"You're tight with Superman, right?" The plant-woman said.

"Yeah..." Lois wondered where she was going.

"And Harley and I have Batman's number," the villain's mouth set in a tight smile.

"Are you thinking of a titanic team-up?" Lois asked.

"Pretty much."

A few hours later, it was all. Superman had punched the Big Bad into another dimension. Batman was supervising the villainous clientele being loaded into paddy wagons by Metropolis' finest. Lois Lane was wrapping up the interviews with the working girls, with more than enough material for her story. Ivy had found her a trenchcoat baggy enough to hide the reporter's swollen tits.

As the dawn cracked above the city and Lois thought about her nice safe bed, she found herself standing before the door to her apartment...and saw a small potted plant, sort of like a cactus, but with a single blooming flower.

Lois looked around, but saw nothing...nor, did she think she would see anything of Ivy & Harley for the next ten months or so. Reaching down, Lois picked up the bloom and held it beneath her nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance. The scent reminded the reporter of Ivy—it had that feminine musk, that slightly spicy odor, sweet and slightly fishy.

It made her swollen tits tingle.

"Well, maybe going up a couple of cup-sizes wouldn't be too bad, in the end." she murmured as she turned the key and stepped into her apartment, trying to decide where to put the plant to get the best light.