Toyman Streams The Reporter's Embarrassment To A Select Few

One wall folded down into a changing table. Nanny lifted Lois Lane with a slight mechanical whirr. Uselessly, the reporter tried to resist, but her blows bounced from the arms, face, and chest of the figure as if she had been no more than a toddler attacking an adult. Nanny's smile remained in place as she held the reporter down with one hand, and with the other began to strip Lois Lane out of her outfit and her sodden diaper.

At least no-one can see me, Lois said as the diaper came off, to reveal her piss-wet slit.

Elsewhere

On the screen, the first viewers who had deposited the token bitcoin. Hidden cameras allowed four different views of the reporter—focused on her crotch, her swollen breasts, her face, and a wider shot that showed her whole body laid out on the changing table.

Toyman grinned savagely beneath his mustache as the first comments came in.

TheReaLL: It is Lois Lane. Facial recognition 99.986% +/- 0.015%

AntiRedCheese: Modified, though. Her breasts are nearly double their normal volume. Modified Stepford Wife process? What's the mechanism?

DonFalcone: And how much to do it to my wife?

Toyman's left fist gripped his penis tight. His eyes flicked between the chat and the stream images. Knowing he wasn't the only one only made it so much better.

In The Nursery

The reporter's face burned with embarrassment as a wet cloth wiped down her crotch. She smelled chemicals, and saw with horror as the hair on her pubis came away, leaving her pussy perfectly bald, without even a hint of stubble. Her titties jiggled, taut and painfully swollen.

Yet the worst part was, she was so thirsty. Lois had no way to know that was because the nanites had **** so much of her body's fluids into her breasts. All she knew was the soft puff of powder on her crotch, the clean, pink, poofy diaper with frills that was slid into place, despite the reporter's struggles.

"There. Doesn't that feel better? But baby needs her bottle..." Nanny said, the harmonics in the voice oddly off, so that Lois Lane felt a ringing in her ears that seemed to meet in her brain.

Nanny's left hand still held Lois down. The other came up with what looked like a 1950s glass baby bottle with a pale yellow rubber nipple.

Only it wasn't filled with milk.