Injections Are Prepared

Lois felt a sense of relief as the nurse carefully and professionally decreased the dilation on the speculum, and then slipped the metal device out of her crotch. The reporter squeezed Maria' hand, grateful that her womb was no longer on display, even if she could still feel how much her pussy had been stretched for the few minutes the speculum had been in there, like the lips weren't quite closing. Based on her visits to the gynecologist, Lois knew it would be a little while before her pussy was feeling "normal" again.

What the reporter wasn't expecting was the nurse to then fetch a pair of IV bags filled with a pale white fluid, like watered-down milk...bags that had biohazard symbols on them...

"While we wait for your results," the black woman set up to IV stands and hung the bands from them. "We might as well and get you prepped for the procedure." The nurse paused. "You did wish to begin right away, isn't that correct?"

"Yes," Lois tried to project more confidence into her voice than she felt. "What ah...what exactly does it entail? This doesn't look like a saline drip."

Lois had done a piece once on women that had saline pumped into their breasts with a saline drip. The liquid caused a temporary expansion of the tissues, near-immediate results which would fade as the saline diffused throughout the body and was absorbed. She had even stood there watching it happen, long slow minutes as the women's tits almost imperceptibly swelled...nothing on the order of the kind of breast augmentation that Lois had agreed to.

"Oh, nothing like that dear. This is a patent pending combination of hormone analogues, steroids, and nutrients, designed to encourage tissue growth." The black woman beamed a tight-lipped smile.

The nurse took an **** pad and wiped off Lois' nipples, and the soft pink areolas around them. The air was cool on her wet skin...cool enough that Lois noticed, with agitation, that her nipples were growing erect as the nurse busied herself for a minute with tubes and two small suction-cup like devices ringed with tiny needles.

"Steroids?" Lois tried to calm down as her heart fluttered.

"Most of your breast tissue is fat, of course." The nurse fitted clear plastic tubing from the hanging bags to the needle-cups. "But also mammary ducts, blood vessels, and underneath that muscle tissue. They all contribute to your breasts' size, shape, and general functionality."

Lois watched as a thin line of pale white fluid began to travel down the plastic tubing to one of the needle-cups in the nurse's hand. The black woman was still gently lecturing her.

"Most breast augmentations involve placing a volume filler within the breast tissue, or even under the muscle. However, this procedure will involve the augmentation of the tissues themselves...much more like natural breast growth. The steroids will encourage growth of pectoral muscles beneath the breast itself, as well as aid with the skin strength and elasticity...so you don't end up with saggy titties. Please look at Maria."

Instinctively, Lois did as the nurse ordered, glancing away...and Maria was there, smiling, eyes a little wide, lips open as though to say something...and then felt a sudden sharp pain in her right breast, all around the nipple. The reporter's gaze dropped back to see the rubber cup completely enveloping the nipple, the nurse pressing all the edges down and holding them there firmly.

More than that, Lois could feel each needle...maybe a dozen of them...penetrating into her breast tissue.

"It's better if you're distracted." The nurse's tone was apologetic, but she was still lining up the second cup. Maria squeezed Lois' hand, and she felt the woman's hand on her hair, but this time the reporter watched...watched as those gloved hands pinched the cup slightly, so that the needles stuck out, and then pushed them into her left tit, until the whole cup was firmly on...and Lois hissed with pain, but also at the sudden recognition of a Lexcorp logo on the cup, right next to the raised letters for "patent pending..."