"Breasts. For reference, the lovely Miss Lane is already a perky C-cup. Lois, be a dear and lose that purple blazer of yours, hmm?"
The Joker pouted and made a tutting noise.
"Oh, but I LIKE the purple blazer! Plus it'll be way more fun to see her burst some buttons when we SUPERsize those gazongas of hers!"
"In your dreams, Clown!" snarled Luthor. "$25,000 says she's a D-cup."
A nervous hush fell over the line, only for another voice to bid.
"I'm actually with the lunatic on this one - I wanna see this bitch so top-heavy she can barely stand up." snarled Bruno Mannheim of Intergang, licking his lips. "$30,000 to give the slut a pair of F-cups, the faker looking the better!"
Lois paled. She'd thought Bruno Mannheim was still in prison. As if things weren't bad enough!
"Oh, goody! Now we're getting somewhere!" Joker chuckled. "But I think I'll throw in another $5,000 to make it $35K and make sure those boobies of hers become a set of practical-joke sized jiggling J-cups! With emphasis on the JIGGLE - any bra that touches them disappears! I want her to make Power Girl look like a classy little boy!"
"That's ridiculous! $50,000 for D-cups - perky, natural looking-" Luthor began.
"Did I say $35K? I guess I meant $55!" Joker said with a grin. "But as a concession to Baldy, do keep them perky - let's say practically up to her chin, just like Jessica Rabbit! Oh, and SENSITIVE! Nothing funnier than Superman's main squeeze unable to resist giving HERSELF a squeeze!"
"I have $55,000!" Roulette said with a nervous smile. "Do I hear $60,000? Going once! Going twice!"
"$75,000! D-Cup. NOW." snarled Luthor.
"Let's make that $75,000! Perky, natural D-Cup! Going once!"
"$200,000." sneered Bruno Manheim. "Just like the clown said but also . . . throw in her having to show 'em off to anybody who asks. And that's for leaving me out to dry with the law, Luthor."
"Well, all right then!" Roulette said with a smile. "A set of J-cups - preternaturally perky and jiggly, unable to be contained in a bra, super-sensitive and on display to anybody who asks nicely! Is that everything?"
"Sounds perfect to me!" chortled the Joker, followed by a group of the other men laughing weakly.
"$200,000 going once! Going twice!"
Luthor just swore under his breath but did not bid. His eyes narrowed and Roulette wondered what he was holding his money back in reserve for.
"SOLD!
Lois gasped as she felt her chest begin to warm up and expand outwards. She heard herself moan helplessly as her breasts began to swell and fill out, the bran containing them vanishing, causing her nipples to harden against the purple fabric of her blazer and titflesh to tingle pleasantly wherever it touched the material as well. She stared down, her face a mixture of horror and helpless pleasure as her tits grew and grew, thrusting out beneath her collarbone like cantaloupes . . . then like volleyballs . . . then finally overripe watermelons, making the top button on the blazer pop off and go flying across the room. As the process finished she groaned and leaned forward helplessly pulled by the sheer weight of them, making them rest on top of her thighs like twin typewriters, barely covered by the straining blazer. The mere act of sliding down made more of her tits rub against the fabric and the sensation led her to a near-orgasm.
"Uhn! Ohhhh! Uh!" she gasped, unable to help herself, her breathing coming hard and fast. If it was just this bad with the simple feel of cotton fabric on them, how much worse would it be with men's hands or mouths on them? Lois shuddered and told herself it was purely from terror . . .
"There you go - J-cups just as advertised!" Roulette said with a smirk. "Next on the chopping block, we have . . ."
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