She Has

The reporter shook as the manacles pulled at her tits. The swollen sacks began to turn a vivid red, as blood was trapped in the tissues. They hung, big as basketballs, nipples pointed toward the ground, and the stretchy skin that extended from the reporter's thin chest were two strands as thick as her wrists and almost as long as her arms.

It wasn't even the stretching that hurt, which surprised Lois. It was the pressure that built up on her tits as the blood was trapped in them. As the elastic skin grew taut, and vivid red turned to a deep purple. The reporter's hands and feet grew clammy in their glowing circles, the naked woman horrified at how her once beautiful, small breasts were being brutally stretched beyond anything she had imagined...

...and then Mercy Graves' voice came over the speaker again.

"Judging by the skin tension, it looks like we're near your limit. On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?"

The reporter debated how to answer...and finally said.

"About a five, maybe a six?"

"Interesting. Pain response seems muted. We can't pull any further without ripping your tits off, so we'll have to go to the next stage of testing."

The reporter groaned inwardly. Yet if she had lied, and Mercy had caught it, the reporter knew she oculd have faced another terrifying transformation. Now the reporter had to sit and wait, to see what new fresh **** Mercy Graves was going to subject her to.