Red Kryptonite (#62)

It was a red crystal, faceted like a chunk of quartz. The light around it took on a crimson haze, as it reflected and scattered the rays of the sun lamps. Lois felt a tingle sweep through her entire body—a pins-and-needles sensation that swept throughout her body before it focused on her own palmable tits.

"You know," Mercy's voice rang through the speakers into the lupine reporter's now sensitive hearing, impossibly loud and clear. "We haven't had much opportunity to test these in combination. It should be interesting."

The tingling spread, down Lois chest and abdomen. She wanted to scratch herself, but held back, fearful of what her new claws might do to her. Instead, Lois stared up at the screen, to watch the transformation as it took place.

There was a pressure in her chest, and while it was difficult to tell under the new black fur, her breasts stood out more prominently on her form...and her pink nipples were so hard and erect that they hurt. Lois flexed her fingers a the tingling intensified...and knew it wasn't over yet.

Maybe this is what puberty was like, if shrunk down into minutes instead of weeks. Lois could feel as well as see the changes, the pressure stretching her from within as her tits became fuller, less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape, the breasts standing out more defined, with a hint of sag—and part of it felt so right, like it was just a continuation of the last transformation...

...which is when Lois noticed the extra nipples.

She stared at the screen, mouth open, nose twitching. There were four of them, two on each side, running in a line down her chest. Memories of bitches that had just given birth came back to Lois, rubbing doggy tummies and feeling the little nubs there along the milk line, the ancient statue of Romulus and Remus getting fed by a wolf bitch...and she growled as the sense of pressure shifted, flesh behind the nubs beginning to puff out, until they were, definitely breasts.

Lois looked away from the screen and gazed with horror and fascination at her new rows of tits. The ones flanking her stomach were not as big or well-developed as her original pair of breasts—they reminded the reporter of the almost flat breasts of athletic women, the ones that had minimal fat, little more than buds rising from the body...but they had no pectoral muscles behind them, so they stood out from Lois' ribs an abdomen.

Gently, Lois poked a still-tingling tit on her right-hand side, and winced in pain. It was like when her breasts were growing during puberty...and she supposed that might be what it was. The reporter didn't have much fat to spare, but obviously this crystal was catalyzing breast growth...and with her lupine transformation... Lois shuddered at the implications.

"That's interesting..." Mercy's voice broadcast down. "Although not as big as I'd hoped. Though that might come with time...if you don't cooperate."

Lois suppressed her instinctive growl.

"Now, let's repeat the question: Are you a furry?"