Boobjitsu Throw!

As the young woman bore down on her, arms extended to grab at her tit, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter grabbed the proferred wrist and turned. Her newly enhanced mammaries swung, providing greater counterweight for the shoulder-throw, sending Maria flying...and nearly unbalancing Lois and sending her crashing to the ground.

I really need to practice with these girls, Lois thought, staring at her enhanced chest, which were jiggling madly.

Lois steadied herself into a low, broad crouch, the better to deal with her new centers of gravity...but Maria was in no position to offer any other threat. The young woman had hit the back wall hard, and crumpled into a loose pile of limbs. The reporter quickly tiptoed over and checked her pulse: steady, and she seemed to be breathing. While she couldn't rule out a concussion, Lois doubted she had done any serious damage.

Which just leaves me and my tits, Lois thought, looking down at her bosom. The red gem on her left nipple glinted as it caught the light. There was obviously something afoot in all this. The reporter was determined to get to the bottom of it.

She plucked up her old t-shirt and squeezed it over her head. With her newly expanded bust, it looks like she was smuggling a pair of balloons..and the bottom of the shirt didn't even fall to her navel, leaving her two supernumerary breasts exposed. However, Lois Lane's waist and shoulders were the same width as before...she slipped on the jacket and zipped it up half-way. It made her breasts hang out like a shelf, but at least it hid her secondary boobs.

The worst part was, Lois could still feel herself lactating. One breast fell over-full, and the other had this weird sense of...gradually building pressure. Lois grabbed the breast pump, knowing she would need it later, and stuck it in a random brown paper bag laying around.

Right, that's sorted. Now...do I keep snooping around here, or do I go somewhere and get this piece of jewelry checked out?