Lois Takes Off Her Shirt

Can't back out now, the reporter thought, as she doffed her jacket. She smiled, not having to fake the nervousness she felt as Tyrell took her jacket. Then she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and wondered briefly whether it was better to take her time and tease a little, or just pull it up over her head.

Rip that bandaid off, Lane, Lois told herself.

She pulled the shirt up and off, shaking her hair after it passed through the neckhole.

Instinctively, she looked at their faces. The black men were all staring at her chest. Lois Lane's bra had been unhooked, and she slid it down...only to be in awe at how swollen her teats were. All her life after puberty, Lois had been somewhat disappointed by what nature had given her...bare palmfuls at the best of times, going up when she had her period, shrinking a little when she was on a diet, but always in the A-B cup range. Now...

They looked like pink cones. They were beestung, swollen an angry pink, standing out at lesat four inches from her chest, not sagging at all, the nipples puffy little domes-on-domes, and the nipples themselves harder and bigger than Lois had ever seen them. The reporter felt an odd sort of pride as she looked at her expanded bosom, a wave of giddiness swept through her. Even though this was strictly temporary, she felt like she could get used to them.

Conscious of her audience, Lois shook her chest back and forth. The breasts were so stiffly swollen they didn't jiggle at all, and Lois wondered if that was what silicone implants felt like.

"Not bad, Joanne." One of the men in bad suits said. "But you're going to have to do more than strip. You okay with having sex on camera?"

"Sure!" Lois said, smiling like an idiot.

"Oral sex?"

"Like, blowjobs?" Lois played the ditz. "Or do I get to eat some pussy?"

The brown eyes stared at her, cold and calculating. It was like the man had seen hundreds of tits, and one more set made no difference to him.

"Vaginal sex?"

"Sure," Lois said, unable to **** more enthusiasm into her voice as he stared at her. Her mouth was full of saliva, tasting weirdly like that pill, and Lois swallowed instinctively.

"You care who fucks you? You're cool with multiple partners, right?"

Lois blinked. His gaze had gotten strangely intense.

"Uhhh..." The drone came out of Lois's mouth instinctively. A wave of confusion swept over her. What was he getting at?

"See, we've got two movies we need to shoot tonight," he said. The lips split to show white, even teeth. "Train Her Holes With Black Cock and Lesbian Gangbang Fuckmeat. Which one would you be interested in?"

Lois blinked again. She knew she had to say something. She was topless, with ridiculously swollen tits, and still hadn't located the missing women or where they were. Maybe if she went along a little while longer she could get a few moments to think...snoop around...ask questions...

"I'll...um, I could do..."