Red Kryptonite (#62)

The crystal burned red, seeming to glow from within.

A tingling sensation spread through Lois' nipple, and then into her breast. The blue veins seemed to stand out more clearly on her tit, and she looked at it curiously. It almost seemed...larger. Like most women, her "girls" were never exactly identical, but as she watched her left breast did seem to be getting noticeably more swollen, the veins more prominent...in only a minute, it seemed to have gone up half a cup size, at least, and the nipple pierced by that ring was so hard and erect it hurt.

Then she felt the tingle spread, across her chest, and began to seep into her right breast. Here too the veins grew more prominent beneath the pale skin, which almost seemed to become fuller, less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape, the breasts standing out fuller, more defined, with a hint of sag—and the right nipple too grew painfully erect.

Tentatively, Lois lifted her right breast, felt the added weight of the boob-flesh as she hefted it in her hand. "Maria?" she said. "What is..."

Then she noticed the little bud about three inches beneath her right breast. The reporter reached down to touch the nub of pink flesh, which each second was becoming more and more well-defined as a nipple, the flesh around it changing, moment by moment, to the soft pink color of an areola and—yes, she wasn't imagining it, she thought, beginning to bulge out, away from the hard bone of the ribs beneath it.

Lois turned to her left side, and there was another nub there too, at about the same stage of development. Her breasts had about equalized in size, being noticeably larger and more prominent than when Lois had entered the club—to the point she doubted her bra would even hold the two jiggly sacks—and the nubs below were still growing, forming familiar silver-dollar-sized buds that Lois remembered from puberty, before the growth phase hit.

She turned to the mirror and saw...herself, with the two swollen bags on her chest, nipples taut, that bit of red crystal shining brightly on her left tit, and what looked like two new breasts growing just below. A strange calm seemed to settle on her—was a veritable freak, a sideshow attraction. The bigger chest she didn't mind, could pass off as hormones or a breast augmentation, but the lower tits...and then she noticed her nipples beginning to darken.

Maria slipped in behind Lois, her hands coming up under the reporter's arms to fondle her topmost pair of tits. They already weren't threatening to overspill her hands, not just yet...

There was some kind of oil on Maria's hands, that burned pleasantly as she kneaded it into the skin.

"We have to massage the skin, to keep it supple," Maria said. They both stared into the mirror. "If you grow too fast, you could get stretch marks. That would be a shame, these are magnificent."

"Maria," Lois said, not making a move to take the barmaid's hands away. "What is happening? What did you do to me?"