Yessss...

The word came out as a long sibilant, the reporter's eyes fixed on the distorted breasts. They reminded Lois, however oddly, of the stems of certain vegetables...or the odd appearances sometimes taken by pumpkins and squashes. Her violet eyes fixed on the swollen, distorted green nipples, so thick, dark, and lumpy.

"Then prove it," Poison Ivy teased. "Shed those clothes. Let me see you naked."

A strange excitement filled Lois Lane. She tore off her remaining clothes, shaking with eager need. Already her sexual excitement had risen to a fever pitch, and her whole body was indeed hot as though it burned with fever...and the weird laboratory room swam in her vision as she shucked shirt and jacket, shoes and panties...so that she stood there, thin and toned, the small pink nipples on Lois Lane's breasts achingly stiff, her violet eyes wide as she staggered forward...and Ivy's smile grew.

The villain arched her back and squeezed her breasts together with her hands. Something thick and green oozed out of her nipples, and the strange growths around it. That sickly honey smell grew stronger, the reporter's nose twitching.

Ivy didn't even have to tell her to suck.

The reporter's lips fastened on the thick, irregular nipple. A terrible rich sweetness leaked from those tits, raw and powerful as molasses or maple syrup, yet there was something else to it, something familiar and yet Lois could not place it.

"Tetrahydrocannabinol," Ivy whispered to the intoxicated reporter. "The primary psychoactive chemical in marijuana. One of my earlier and more effective experiments...now so much more powerful than before..."

Ivy pet the reporter's hair. Lois Lane was barely listening. There was a thick, meaty nipple in her mouth, that strangely addictive chemical oozing down her throat.

"...and you will need to obey me explicitly. Because tonight is my girlfriend's birthday, and I intend you to be the perfect opportunity to cross an item off her sexual bucket list."