Alternate Start - Zoe The Intern

Wonder Woman panted with exertion as she grabbed hold of one end of her famous lasso and attempted to yank it out of a strange contraption that was hidden miles beneath Metropolis. The odd machine was a mixture of magic and technology and she found herself having to strain with all of her Amazonian might to try and remove it, the lasso having been stolen days ago by the madman calling himself Reverse Flash. As it turned out, he had been working with Circe and Lex Luthor and it took the full might of the Justice League to even get this far and locate her lasso. She could not guess at the purpose of this machine but it obviously wouldn't be good if the machine's numbered dial reached the full charge it seemed to be building up to and would reach in mere minutes.

Circe and Luthor had been knocked out of the chamber at the top of the device by Green Lantern as they entered but Reverse Flash and a variety of other supervillains caused enough subsequent chaos that all the others were occupied, so it fell to Diana to destroy this device or at least depower it. Grunting with strain for the first time in a long while she could remember, she dug in her heels and yanked at the lasso.

"No, you fool! You're ruining everything! You-" Luthor growled before being knocked cold by Batman.

"Idiot Amazon! You'll just unleash the energies at random, energies that should be mi- aah!" Circe yelled as Plastic Man tripped her up and enveloped her.

Diana had her own retort as she gave a series of mighty pulls.

"I've heard enough of your self-serving prattle! No! More! Lies!"

With a huge cracking noise her lasso was pulled out of the machine but not just before it reached capacity. A huge shot of golden light flew up through the conical device and up into Metropolis, just as she finished speaking. The mechanical tower came tumbling down and the light vanished, causing the remaining members of the Justice League to cheer . . . unaware of the strange, new threat that had just been unleashed upon the world.

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The elevator let out a chime as the two women headed out, heels clicking and clacking against the floor. The dark- and light-skinned women took to their stations instantly, working on the news as if they had some kind of inside source on the event unfolding live on the news. Something about the Justice League taking down a huge villain team-up plot. Zoe was just an intern, not really deep in the know, but the two women before her were experienced enough that live super-hero team-up events were just another day of the week for them to report on. The stack of papers finally came to rest on the nearest desk once Zoe had finished filing in after the two. She took a few steps back to stretch her aching back as she watched the two work.

It was Lois Lane and Iris West, two extremely prolific and famous journalists who both had the super-hero scoop to end all scoops: a direct line to the source. Lois Lane had so many personal interviews with Superman that Zoe would often joke that the two were married. As if, but that explains how crazy it is she keeps getting one-on-one interviews with him. Similarly to her, Iris almost always knows what the Flash is up to, for someone as fast as him, that's a feat in and of itself. Apparently, they are close friends or something of the sort; they were hanging out during a break when the news hit and were quick to jump into action.

"Jimmy! Get the cameras ready! Is my hair good?" She asked a random employee walking by for speed; the intern could barely respond before Lois rushed him away to get her prepped for her news report. "Alright! Let's get the rundown of the scene written on paper. I need this live before the next hour, let's move people."

As Iris turned around to grab a nearby notepad, she found herself meeting eyes with Zoe, the young woman was standing off to the side, a bit nervous. "Oh! Hi there. Sorry about this, it's a bit chaotic, but it's normal for us. You're the new intern, right?" Iris asked with a kind smile, her tone instantly calming Zoe.

"Uh, y-yeah. Zoe. I'm a big fan of your work," she said with a nervous smile. "I-I just started working for Ms. Lane and—"

"This is your first time during an active event, let's keep the talking for later, okay." Interrupted Lois, fixing her well fitted suit around her chest while checking herself out in the mirror. "Zoe, go get us some coffee. Two blacks, the usual. Make it snappy, we have a job to do."

Zoe stood there for a moment, her jaw slightly slack. Before she could respond, Lois was already moving again, barking orders at a nearby tech crew. No wonder the Daily Planet was always up to date with every hero-related situation; she was not leaving any room for wasted seconds.

"Lois, be nice," Iris chided gently, her hands already flying across a keyboard, transcribing notes from a police scanner feed. "She's new. And she's learning."

"I understand. I do." Lois muttered, patting her blue-suited top down and stretching out the white skirt over her ankles. "But there's no time for nice, Iris. The entire Justice League just gathered on the outskirts of Metropolis. We can save niceties for a Captain Boomerang-level event, not multiple villains teaming up." The sheer force of Lois's personality was moving the entire room. Iris offered Zoe an apologetic, sympathetic shrug before turning back to her own frantic work. Zoe, feeling very small and very new, simply nodded and turned toward the breakroom, the weight of her intern status pressing down on her shoulders.

She's the newbie here; stepping on anyone's toes isn't an option here. But truth be told, in a situation like this, the best thing she could do is not get involved. She'll get Lois' coffee then stay out of her way.

The breakroom was a small, sterile sanctuary amidst the chaos. As Zoe fumbled with the coffee machine, her mind replayed Lois's commands. 'The usual.' What was their usual? Black, Lois had said. But was that for both? She did say two.. Did Iris take sugar? Milk? Her lack of knowledge felt like a monumental failure. She decided on just two black coffees as Lois had instructed, figuring she could ask for corrections on the spot if needed. It was better than guessing wrong. The machine sputtered and hissed, filling two paper cups with a dark, aromatic liquid. The scent was a small comfort amid the noise. But as she took the cups to head back up, she noticed something... or someone outside the breakroom window.

Jack? Shit.

Next thing she knew, she was storming outside the Daily Planet, crossing the live street, her face red with anger, as she found the young man in question lingering around a hotdog stand.

"Jack, what the HELL are you doing!?" She almost shouted, only stopping to keep her voice at a hissing level just to make sure that too many people didn't look their way. "Lois wants all hands on deck! She's working with Iris! You know, Iris West from—"

"Calm down, Zoe." Jack half spoke, half mumbled, his mouth stuffed with an entire hot dog. "Wanna dog?" He pointed a thumb behind him to the unmanned hotdog stand. "Bobby's out of buns, but he said he'll be back any second now. Trust me, his dogs are the juiciest-h—HEY!"

Not giving a rats ass, I grabbed the immature idiot by the wrist, dragging him back over to the building we worked at, ignoring his pleas. Jackson Stone was my old childhood 'friend' but lately he's become a childhood annoyance. It all started when puberty hit. He just hit this perverted phase that compounded with his already heightened immaturity. Lately, he's just been hitting on women and spending way too much time in bathroom stalls with his phone and a bottle of lotion, thinking she didn't notice. Or maybe he knew she knew what he was doing in there and didn't care. It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't apply to the Daily Planet the SAME DAY she had, insisting we're a "package deal" if I want to be an intern here. And because of some miracle, he got in. Now I'm stuck with him, and he doesn't care about any of the serious things going on at all.

"Let me go! Let me go, you're no fun!" Jack yelled out, drawing a few strange looks from passersby. "I'm on my break!"

Zoe's cheeks burned with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Break? Where did he even get that excuse from? "You were literally JUST on your break!"

"Oh. That was just my jerk-er... private bathroom.. time break."

Freakin' gross. So that break from earlier was just an excuse to jerk off again. Really? He could barely even hide it enough to make up a different excuse. The idiot could've just said it was a bathroom break and would've played it off more subtly. The pure inability to think of something better was so out of left field to her, it almost derailed her anger for a second. Almost. Her grip tightened on his wrist.

"Shut up, Jack! Just shut up and come on!" she seethed, pulling him towards the revolving doors of the Daily Planet lobby. The scent of ink and paper was already wafting our nostrils even before entering, a stark contrast to the street vendor's hot dogs.

He wailed as she yanked him inside. "No! No! My hotd- wait.. what the hell is that?"

Zoe finally let go of him on the side of the road, "You are unbelievable. Completely unbelievable." She didn't even bother to humor him as he pointed up to the sky; if he thought she was enough of an idiot to get distracted and look up just because he was pointing, he had another thing coming. "Lois Lane is about to go live, and you're out there eating a hot dog from some guy named B—"

Suddenly, a large golden beam of light engulfed her in a flash, barely missing Jack but blinding Zoe for a split second. Startled she let out a shocked yelp and staggered back from the sheer surprise of it all. It lasted no more than a moment. When her vision cleared, the world was exactly as it had been. The same people hurried past, the same cars clogged the street. It was like no one even noticed, except for Jack himself who was the only one actually looking up before it had happened.

"Holy... woah... W-What the... what the heck was that?" Zoe looked around, touching herself from head to toe, grabbing her chest just out of instinct to make sure her b-cups were still in place, nothing was sore or injured.

Zoe looked at Jack, who was blinking rapidly, a confused look on his face. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "You okay? That was like... blink, and you miss it. Wow." He looked around, seeing that in fact no one else had noticed, it was so fast only the flash might've been able to react do it had they not seen it coming.

Feeling confused but honestly unharmed, Zoe frowned as she looked around herself. Truth be told, she had a long day so far, and part of her wondered if she had just seen things. She felt exactly the same as before, and no one else but the prankster of a pervert seemed to notice. "Are you playing with me? Did you shine some light or something?"

Jack blinked again, "Y-You're blaming me? Me!? Nono no-you- I told you to look up! You would've seen that coming if you just- I'm not crazy. Everyone else just- everyone's blind, I guess. Shit. They don't know how to look up in a city where Superman is seen flying all over the place."

Zoe rolled her eyes, more sure than ever he was trying to trick her; she's learned to tune into his games over the years. It won't work this time. "Yeah, right. Look, I don't want to drag you in, it'll make me look bad and make you look like a child. How did you even shine a light on me like that?"

Jack's mouth hung open. "It came from the sky! I swear! You literally yelped! That was a cute voice by the way. But you reacted, I saw you grab your giant boobs!"

Giant? They're B-cups at best. He always does this when I get mad at him for being an idiot; he resorts to flattery. I'd love some bigger boobs, sure, Lois had a nice handful pair, Iris too, standing next to them, I'd be lying if I didn't think about that. But I'm not about to let him distract me, "Oh yeah. Surrrree. I've always had big double Ds. Buttons fly off any top I wear." I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster, looking down and gesturing to my chest with a deliberate arm motion to make my tiny—large DDs jiggle just as the top two buttons of my blouse popped off, nailing Jack in the eye.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Jack yelped, clutching his eye. "That was not funny! What the hell, Zoe! Those things are lethal weap..." He lowered a hand from his eye and blinked, "W-Wait, what the hell?"

I couldn't help but feel smug as I saw the idiot clutching his eye. I know the buttons always fly off whatever I'm wearing. It's weird that it only now flew off. Usually, they come off moments after I put a top on. It's annoying, but this one time really taught him a lesson. A petty lesson, but a lesson nonetheless. "Should've expected it, you know my boobs always do that. Can't wear a buttoned top that doesn't lose at least two buttons when I put it on."

"No.. what they- they were just—You literally just—!" He started, but then he stopped, looking at me with a look of pure confusion. He looked down at the button on the ground, then back up at me. Then back down to my now revealed cleavage. "Those look nice..."

My cheeks turned red, another compliment attempt, really? He's just leering at my cleavage. There isn't even an attempt at being subtle. The next thing I knew, I was slapping him across the face, and dragging that pervert into the Daily Planet by the scruff of his neck.

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I followed Zoe in, (or was forced to follow her in seeing that she was dragging me and all) like a dumbfounded puppy. I was just too at odds with what I saw to do or say anything else. My mind was racing while this prim and proper chick was yapping on about how immature I am, how I make her look bad, all the usual shit. Really, what she was saying didn't faze me, it's what I had just seen that left me at a loss for words.

She made some joking lie about her B-cups being bigger than they really were. And right before my eyes, with no fancy effects or fanfare of any kind, they just expanded like water balloons filling with milk. They went from being small but perky little things to a solid hand filling.. a handful of nice, healthy, supple tits. They weren't Wonder Woman, or god forbid, Power Girl levels of boobage, but compared to before, these were an upgrade. And they just... expanded. Right there. Right in front of me. I would swear on Bobby's hot dog stand that I saw that happen. Just like I saw that light, I don't care if everyone else is oblivious and didn't look up. I did.

But everyone wasn't oblivious, it seemed. They all were looking at us with odd, inquisitive gazes. Zoe probably summed it up to the fact she was pulling me like a dog on a leash, but I knew they had their eyes on her new bouncy, cleavage-revealing package. I couldn't just accept that my childhood friend had always been ridiculously top-heavy, but Zoe's acting like that's just how she's always been. Maybe if someone else said something, she'd know I wasn't just talking bullshit. But no one here had the balls to come up to her and just say, "Hey, are your tits four times larger than before?"

I'm not sure how she didn't notice the new weight sloshing on her chest. She's always been smarter and more aware of things than me.

But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I always knew I was the smartest and most ingenious mind around. My parents had always told me I was a brilliant detective, even if they were just humoring a dumb idiot kid; I knew there was some weight behind those words. I'd always find a way to figure something out or solve a case. Whether that was cheating on a test, the test was solved. Or begging Zoe to help me tutor for an exam at the last minute, the exam was passed (barely). Some people say my ego may get too high, but the brass tax is, I shouldn't be surprised I'm the only one to see the beam, or that Zoe didn't notice her own tits enlarge. The simple matter is, I'm a master detective; she isn't. It's only natural that I could piece this together so easily, give me the time to think, and study the clues. I just need to analyze the anomaly, Zoe's tits. That's the job of the World's Greatest Detective, I guess, staring at boobs to figure out the clue.

"Stop rubbing your chin," Zoe snapped after filling up two cups with black coffee. "I swear if you do that stupid crap where you pretend to be Sherlock Holmes, I'm going to pour this scalding hot coffee on your crotch."

I looked down to see that my thumb was in the process of rubbing my chin. "Sorry."

She scoffed, shoving one of the coffee cups into my chest. "Good, you can think about it while you go give this to Lois. I'll hand her the other one so it looks like you actually do something here."

Deciding to keep my thoughts to myself, I decided to just go along with Zoe while I think about the weirdness some more. Because I know I might be full of myself, a little perverted, and I do like to pull the occasional prank here and there. But that light came from the sky, hit her, then a few moments later her boobs just plumped like they were surging with milk. But they didn't expand the moment she was hit, only later...

Zoe and I headed back to the main floor, entered the elevator to go up to Lois' office. The second we got out of the elevator, all the noise and chaos from earlier came back in a wave.

"—and tell Perry I'm not a damn miracle worker, he needs to give me more time!" Lois shouted over the phone, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. "I know it's a big story, I know! That's why I need more resources, not less! Fine! Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes! And don't you dare hang up on me!" She slammed the phone down, nearly cracking it.

Iris sighed, looking at the screens around them. "They're saying Reverse Flash is down. Circe and Luthor, too. Looks like the day is saved... but whatever they were planning, we still don't know what it was." She looked up, noticing us. "Oh, coffee, thank God. You're a lifesaver, um.. Jack." She said after leaning forward to scan my name tag. I was given a good look down her buttoned blouse. Just enough to see a teasing glimpse of her dark-skinned cleavage. Apparently, it was hot enough in the office to give her a reason to unbutton.

Zoe stepped forward, handing Lois her cup. "Here you go, Ms. Lane."

Lois snatched the cup from her, taking a long sip before putting it down. "About time. I was about to send a search party. What took you so long? Did you get lost?" Her eyes scanned over Zoe's form. "W-What the..."

"Lois! You're getting antsy, please don't take it out on your interns." Iris chided, even if her own voice was a bit stressed. "We're all stressed here."

"I-I know! I'm just... Sorry but.." Lois looked down at Zoe's chest again, her brow furrowed. She then looked over to Iris and then back at Zoe. She then looked over at me, then back at Zoe. "Zoe. That's... a new look." She said, her tone shifting from demanding to confused. "Have you always been..."

"Oh wow." Iris looked over her laptop, finally noticing. "I.. wow. I'm sorry, were you always that.. size? Is your top too small? Its..."

"Is it? I mean... I guess?" Zoe said, looking down at her chest. Her expression didn't show surprise, but a faint hint of embarrassment. "The buttons popped... It's what they do when I put on a new top." Her voice was so casual, like she was just making small talk about the weather.

Iris blinked rapidly, "I.. wow, I didn't realize. You were wearing a compression top before.. because now they're all... wow I'm just surprised I didn't notice."

"Yeah, I didn't know either. I know it's hot here, summer and all." Lois said, pausing to fan her own neckline, one button was removed from her blouse as well. "But maybe it's not appropriate to—" The phone on her desk began to buzz. She instantly jumped on it. "Hold that thought. Iris! We got a feed from Oracle! Check your..."

"Ah~! I got it!" Iris' focus jumped back to her laptop, fingers clacking fast. "Alright... I'm pulling it up. Will transcribe the story."

"Right. Right. Perfect." Lois stepped in front of the large flat-screen TV on the wall to the left of her desk as the video Iris mentioned started to play. She was still talking into the phone, but her eyes were locked on the TV. Her focus was absolute, her posture was t