Lois Can't Help Noticing Things

Lois Lane was a detail-oriented person. Normally that was an asset, it was what made her the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter. Now, moving through a crowded club of sweating, heaving, attractive bodies while cursed with a morphable body, it was feeling more like a curse.

Her eyes caught on little details. The long pink fingernails on one young woman, so pretty and perfect. One glance and Lois could feel her own bimbo-claws growing, pushing out of her fingertips. Normally Lois kept her nails short, and she found herself uncomfortable with her new embellishments, but she bet they looked pretty...

Then there was the girl with the lip-fillers. That big, beestung look, but not overdone. Pins and needles crossed the reporter's face and she ran her split tongue over the new lips, noticing had sensitive she was. At least one of the men nearby saw Lois lick her puffy lips, and the combination of cocksucking lips and pierced tongue-tips had him meet her eye and grab the bulge in his pants. An invitation, but not one Lois needed right now. She turned away and continued toward the elevator.

Lois had to sidestep quickly around a twerking couple, getting an eyeful of the lower back tattoo on the big-bottomed girl bouncing her phat ass and grinding against her guy. The jeans pulled low, exposing her thong, and beneath it the combination of hearts and tribal markings delving deep into her asscrack and spreading out to frame her buttocks. The reporter felt the by-now familiar pins-and-needles sensation creep over her own lower back...and once you notice one tattoo, you start to notice them everywhere...

The reporter quickened her pace, feeling the creeping pins and needles sensation over arms and legs, breasts and belly, even up to her neck and down the back of her hands. Tattoos, beautiful, dark, and top quality work against her black skin, but far too many. She looked like some kind of gangbanger, or a model for a tattoo magazine.

The last thing she saw as she hit the elevator was a young Chinese woman with a plethora of piercings...a veritable constellation, at least five in each ear, plus a bar across the top...and a little septum piercing through her nose, like a bull. Lois closed her eyes, feeling the tingling in her face, the new weight of her piercings dragging at her skin.

Lois took a deep breath as she stood in the elevator, hit the button to descend...and just before the doors closed, someone dove in. White, tall, athletic, in athleisurewear that showed off her muscular thighs and buttocks, ripped abs, obvious breast implants. Flame tattoos all down her arms and legs, sides of her head shaved, dyed blonde hair held back in a ponytail. She grinned as the elevator doors closed.

"Hey beautiful," the stranger said. "I like your style."