She Can Try

Lois Lane removed her jacket and tied it around her still-slim waist. The bulk of it kept her decent, although it didn't quite hide her expanded derriere...and the lack of a jacket emphasized her newly enlarged bust, which no longer fit in her bra. Still, as long as Lois kept her mouth shut and kept moving, she was pretty sure she could still pass as just another clubgoer.

Now, however, it was time to take this spell seriously.

There are too many people between here and the front entrance, the reporter reckoned grimly. But there are less people in the back of the club, where the lighting isn't as good, and I saw a firedoor that should lead out into the alley. As long as I keep my eyes focused and my desires under control, I should be able to get out of here without too much trouble...and then I can catch a cab home and sort this whole magical mess out.

Lois left the stall, eyes carefully closed to avoid the mirror. Turn right, blink to open, coast was clear. She moved as naturally as she could, keeping her head high and eyes focused straight ahead. No more looking at boobs and butts.

Out in the club, the noise, darkness, and flashing lights helped a little. The reporter did a quick scan of the room above head-height, located the fire door, and aimed herself toward it. It was impossible not to catch a glimpse of a person here or there, but Lois was fine with her face, she didn't want any more changes. A few people glanced at her as she passed...but they in turn seemed to be staring at her breasts, the pierced nipples of which were clearly visible through her too-tight shirt, the sway of her booty unmistakable as she walked. Her tongue squirmed in her mouth, the studs clicking against her teeth.

The reporter had to admit that a part of her liked the attention. If it wasn't so much different than how she normally looked, she was half-inclined to just keep the alterations...but then, she had no idea what the limits of the spell were. She stared down at her own chest, feeling the weight of them pull on her shoulders, admiring their heft. Yes, she could live with these breasts, if she had to.

She reached the firedoor and felt half-way home. Closed her eyes and hit the safety bar with her new booty, enjoying the cushioning as it quickly opened. She slipped outside before any of the club security could see her, turned...and slipped, falling forward, arms out to catch herself. Hard impact on her palms, jittering up her arms.

A sharp, feminine gasp caught the reporter's attention, a familiar voice that said: "Lois Lane?"

Lois instinctively opened her eyes and looked at the source of the sound, this person that knew her name...and felt a now all-too-familiar tingling.