Pumping Radioactive Chemicals Directly Into Lois Lane's Breasts

The nurse wheeled Lois and the whole bed down the hallway. The reporter, still muzzy, couldn't resist the urge to reach down between her legs and finger herself. She wanted Maria's tongue back in her twat. Her whole body felt hot and feverish, skin itchy, and her cunny was slick and wet as her fingers slid inside.

Lab 3 was white and clean, with high ceilings. A single device dominated the center of the room: a pair of metal tanks that descended from the ceiling. Condensation beaded on exposed steel tubing, and Lois shivered, suddenly cold. The black nurse situated Lois directly beneath the great tanks in the center of the room. She scowled as she saw Lois fingering herself again, and grabbed at the reporter's hand.

With practiced ease, the black woman took straps that descended from the edges of the bed and carefully tied Lois Lane down. Wrist and ankle, thighs and abdomen, even one across her forehead. Lois fidgeted and squirmed, tested her bonds. The heat was almost intolerable. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this horny.

The nurse disappeared for a moment. Lois immediately began to work on her restraints...pretty typical hospital bonds, which she was sure she could slip...but when the black woman returned, it was with some heavy plastic blankets.

Very heavy. She placed the largest one just below Lois Lane's breasts, and it covered the reporter all the way down to her toes. The second and third blankets were smaller, and covered Lois' arms up to and including the shoulder. Dimly, the reporter felt a familiarity to this...and then she had it: this was like getting an X-ray at the dentist's office.

"Radi...ation," the reporter managed.

The nurse, now wearing heavy mittens, smiled grimly as she reached up to the tanks and drew down a pair of thick, clear tubes that ended in wicked nipples. Lois stared in trepidation as the needles, which seemed very long...two inches, at least...were aimed at her nipples.

"Yes, radiation. Your previous treatment greatly increased the malleability of your tissues," the nurse said. "Encourage the production of fat cells, growth of nerve tissues, mammary glands, keeps the skin supple...I could pump enough saline into your breasts right now to use them as beachballs, and they wouldn't burst. But Mr. Luthor wants more. So you're getting the full treatment. An X-Kryptonite infusion. Apparently. Kryptonian tissues are strong enough to reach sizes impossible for mere human women. Of course, there's a slight risk of cancer..."

Lois blinked. A shiver had gone down her spine when she heard the name Luthor. All of this mad science...and she was the guinea pig.

"How...OW!" Lois convulsed as a mitten-covered black hand gripped her swollen breast and guided the first needle straight into the flesh. The reporter hissed as she felt the needle strike bone, but she couldn't even thrash properly with the bonds and the heavy lead-lined blankets.

Anticipation made the next needle worse. The nurse had no bedside manner whatsoever, ignoring the dazed reporter's pain as she pierced the reporter's swollen nipple, not stopping until the needle was all the way in place.

"How much?" The woman smiled cruelly as she reached up and turned a knob. A bright green liquid began to descend through the hoses toward the reporter's already-swollen and sensitive funbags. "Well, I'll tell you..."