Chapter 13 by Zeebop

How did the bimbo pill affect Tyrell?

Tyrell Is Becoming A Himbo

The black man had unbuttoned his shirt...and his chest, Lois saw, was swollen. Or at least his pecs looked puffy and strained against the fabric. There was a glassy stare to his brown eyes, and his lips looked thicker than normal. His drink was empty. Lois raised a finger and flagged down a waitress for another.

"How are you feeling?" she said as she slipped into the booth next to him. her hand found his thigh...and was surprised at the iron bar in his crotch.

Tyrell giggled.

"I...good. Head feels funny."

"Another drink might help you think more clearly," Lois suggested. The reporter smiled, and Tyrell smiled back. Her hands found his pocket...and something else. Three hard little round objects, discernible through the fabric. The reporter reached over to stroke his chest, and deftly pulled the pills out of his pocket. She didn't think Tyrell even noticed.

"Do you work out?" Lois asked.

The pills were in little cellophane wrappers. One of them, Lois sequestered in a jacket pocket. The other two she quickly crushed in her palm. The waitress arrived with the drink right on time.

"Gym," Tyrell managed. He gave a big-lipped smile. "Get swole. My nips are swollen."

"So are mine," Lois acknowledged, as her swollen teats, unconstrained by a bra, tented her shirt. She reached out to grab the drink...and let the crushed bimbo **** fall into the liquid. "Here, drink this. Maybe it'll help."

In fact, Lois Lane didn't think it would help at all. But if the **** did this to Tyrell, she shuddered to think what they had done to her. As the reporter watched the Black man suck up more of the ****-laced cocktail, she wondered what to do next. A part of her was curious simply to see what further effects the bimbo **** would have on him...