Red Kryptonite (#32)

Lois fidgeted behind the screen. She could feel her breasts tingling, and they were sagging against the screen they were resting on, almost cutting in to the soft underskin of her girls.

The reporter didn't normally like visiting the doctor, and now she was in this strange place, getting some sort of esoteric breast augmentation procedure...what had she been thinking?

That it was the only way to find those women, Lois told herself. Although deep down inside, she admitted that she was a little tempted by the promised results as well...and she had gone this far.

The nurse and Maria emerged from behind the wall. Lois looked over at them, hopeful that they could tell her it was okay to move.

"Just stay like that for a moment." The nurse's voice was calm and professional. "You probably felt the swelling start, haven't you?"

Lois nodded. In truth, there was a strange pressure in her breasts, and they felt heavier, even being supported by the screen.

"Well, I'm going to give you a little massage with their ointment, to help prevent stretch marks." The nurse held up a clear jar with an off-white, partially translucent paste inside of it. "I'm going to ask you to bear with me for a few moments. Maria will keep you company."

So saying, the nurse disappeared behind the screen. Maria sidled up to Lois, smiling weakly.

"How do you feel?" the other woman asked.

"I'm not sure to be honest. I wish I could see them. I mean, I feel...full? Kind of bloated, like during a period, but also kind of sunburned."

"Yeah," Maria bit her lip, then her voice lowered to a whisper. "The nurse told me they'd never used that much radiation before."

Lois was going to respond—then gasped as warm, wet hands touched her breasts. They still tingled strongly, and Lois couldn't see her boobs, but she could feel where the nurse was touching them...palms pressing and drawing against her nipples, working in circles out from there...and it felt wrong.

The reporter's whole sense of proportion seemed off. Normally, if she closed her eyes, she still could tell the position of her arms and legs, but now, cut off from sight from her breasts...the nurse's hands felt much too far away, touching far too little at a time. Lois couldn't get a grasp of the scale of things at all.

Then she felt two hands together lift a single breast, and Lois shuddered at the thought...her tits had never been more than a generous palmful, sweater-kittens that needed a wonderbra to even aspire to cleavage.

What have they done to me?

"You seem really calm about this." Maria walked behind Lois, and the reporter felt the barmaid's strong hands on her naked shoulders. The raven-haired reporter didn't resist as the other woman began to massage the muscles in her back, not that she could really get away if she wanted to.

Maria's fingers worked into Lois aching back muscles, and the nurse kneaded her tits, which had taken on an almost rhythmic, pulling quality, squeezing down on each breast and drawing it toward the nipple, one after another. The reporter had never felt anything like it in her life. Lois moaned, low and soft.

Except it came out as a moo.