Commission: Lois Lane Stretches Herself Thin

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Lois Lane Stretches Herself Thin

By Tutty the Fruity

Commissioned by an anonymous user

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"The editor's gotta be out of his damn mind... you put out take-downs of corrupt politicians, get on the inside track on an international crime syndicate, expose freakin' Lex Corp, win a Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, and you get stuck doing a fluff article on PERFUME??"

Lois Lane was well-regarded as an ace reporter and investigative journalist for the Daily Planet; her name was synonymous with truth, justice, and hard-hitting reporting. She'd rather be out on the town than stuck in her office back at her apartment, but her editor insisted that she direct all her resources away from her usual fare, and towards... some kinda gaudy perfume, shipped in all the way from the Yucatan.

It cost a fortune to acquire, and it cost an arm and a leg just to get it through customs. Her old friend Jimmy Olsen was the contact who got it to her in the first place, which was pretty swell of him. Of course, now that it was in her hands, it was officially her problem.

She lifted it, examining it on all sides. She glanced at the label with a wry look. One of the key ingredients was "gingo fruit extract", whatever that was...

Oh well, better not delay things any longer.

Tst tst. Tst tst. She spritzed some into her palm, rubbing her hands together, and then massaged the beads of dew against the nape of her neck. Her nostrils flared up as she got a powerful whiff of... something citrusy.

"What kinda grapefruit did they squeeze this out of? Feels kinda funny..." She grimaced. Wherever she touched, she started to feel tingly. It was sort of like peeling open an orange and getting misted when tearing the skin.

She grimaced, looking over her hands as her fingers twitched slightly; the tingly sensation was spreading to her palms, before the feeling ebbed away. She rubbed her neck, feeling a mirroring sensation in her shoulders.

"...well that was weird. And the aroma's pretty overpowering. I think that's enough."

She sighed, slumping into her chair. She tensed her fingers, hovering over her keyboard.

Gingoara, a luxury perfume sourced from the Yucatan, is an oddity, particularly prized among collectors. This may be due to its key ingredient, the gingo fruit, a rare fruit sourced from the most obscure reaches of the Yucatan. The perfume boasts a powerful, citrusy aroma, so applications must beibewfnqwdn vslovj E9g;jj, or etkehrgoenws

Lois paused. Her typing had gone straight to hell in a hurry. She glanced down to her keyboard...

"Ah? W-what the hell??"

Her fingers were wigging the hell out; her jaw went agape as she found ten flailing little worms, attached to her palms, bonelessly flailing along her keyblade, each one twice, maybe three times the length she was expecting.

"Gah!" She recoiled her hands; her fingers zipped back to their regular proportions. She stared, bug-eyed at her hand, turning her hands back and forth. She rubbed her index finger against her thumb; there was a strange rubberesque squeaking that punctuated the subtle motion.

"...Am I hallucinating?" She muttered to herself, squinting at her word processor. "...Maybe?? I dunno..."

She massaged the back of her neck anxiously. Her hand tensed, feeling strange; her neck seemed to surrender to the slightest bit of pressure; it lacked the rigidity she was expecting. And there was that rubbery creaking again.

Her breath fluttered. Once again, her fingers converged elongated on their own, shimmying along the nape of her neck in a coiling motion.

She peeked out through one eye, wondering briefly if the room was getting smaller. But that wasn't quite the case; her head was elevating, ascending atop a rapidly elongating neck. Of course, when she realized something was off...

"WHA!?"

She teetered right off of her chair, her neck bending back and forth as it elongated still, breaking her head's fall as it prattled to the floor, a six-foot extension that vague resembled her neck (though it more closely resembled some kind of pale python) plopping to the floor in heaps.

She studied her body, her head plopped to the front of the room, turned towards the rest of her prone body as if she were watching it through someone else's eyes. Her eyes drifted to the shifting coils that comprised her neck. She winced, feeling the cold, tactile sensation of the floorboard.

"Am I... stretching?" Lois blurted. This wasn't exactly a new phenomenon, but she hardly fancied herself a superhero. Her eyes narrowed on the vial of perfume she had left on her work desk. Did that have something to do with it...?

She smiled greedily. She made to get up, shaking her head; her body acquiesced, her head jerking back to her shoulders. She snatched the vial, stripping herself down; she'd need a lighter change of clothes for this.

Until then... tst tst. Tst tst. Tststststststststststststst...

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After giving herself a spraying down all over, she changed into something a little more sporty; a pair of denim short shorts and a Daily Planet t-shirt she picked up from a team-building outing, like, forever ago and it shrunk in the wash a few times so it just shows off her midriff. You know, normie stuff.

She relished the electric, tingly sensations that travelled along her entire body, travelling as if along electric currents. She inhaled and exhaled as it ebbed away, leaving her body refreshed, as if brand new. She looked over her skin, noting how perfect it was, so smooth and blemish-free, sleek and shiny... it almost had a latex-esque quality to it.

"Heheh..." Lois chuckled to herself, reaching a hand to grab her cheek. She pulled tight, and watched in the mirror as her face creaked and stretched like taffy from one side of the room to another, grabbed by a rapidly lengthening, noodly appendage. She released her grip, and it snapped back like a rubber band.

"Hehehe... this is awesome." She smiled to herself; her body squeaked as she twisted herself round and round, going past 1080 degrees without the slightest bit of resistance. Her body just reciprocated with that kinetic warmness. It was such a nice, glowy feeling, like having a hot chocolate by a fire.

"Oooooh I'm getting excited! I wanna see what I can do!" She snapped back into shape, hurrying to the window. She swung it open, letting in a cool breeze that felt amazing on her skin.

The first thing that was on her mind? Where were the limits to her abilities? How far could she push herself? Her puny little apartment was no place to really cut loose...

She jutted out through the window, unable to contain her excitement; her back was already elongating in a gentle arc as her hips pressed against the window frame. Her arm wobbled, drifting back to grab the open window pane...

...And slammed it shut where her midriff and her hips met. Her body squished between the narrow space; she could feel her body fill out the increasingly narrow space; the pressure felt amazing, there wasn't the slightest bit of pain, and she could barely move her hips.

Her torso unfurled, rearing up like a cobra as her body hovered outside her apartment high rise. She had a wonderful view of Metropolis from her apartment, but with her torso elongated another storey upwards, the view was magnificent.

"O-ooh, it's a cool one today..." She chuckled, rubbing her exposed skin, her twenty-foot arms bonelessly coiling around her belly. She rubbed her flushed skin with a hungry look; she didn't seem to care who was gawking at her like this, superheroes came and went as they pleased in Metropolis.

She swooped downwards, her body elongating rapidly, effortlessly, zooming forward and growing a couple more feet every second. She read about how some elastic superheroes could stretch up to fifteen hundred feet... if there were limits, she sure didn't feel them.

"WOOO!" She performed a loop-de-loop as she surged yet further, diving towards a forested park near the center of town. She zipped around tree after tree, indulging herself in the tactile sensation of the bark pressed against her tautly stretched skin.

She wasn't even keeping track of how far she had stretched herself out! She waved at passing pedestrians, shooting finger guns at another as her torso stretched to incomprehensible lengths.

"Heeey! Yeah, you're seeing this right!" She whooped. "Take a picture, it'll last longurk-"

Her body creaked anxiously as her growth slowed. A strange tautness occupied her entire being, travelling throughout the skyline of Metropolis, down to the streets, and up to her chest, arms and head. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back as her body pushed back. Her breath was short, hot, and haggard...

She held a hand to her chest, catching her breath; a drunken smile crossed her lips. She hugged herself, wincing slightly. If she pushed herself any further, she'd start aching... but this wonderful...

"Lady? You alright?"

Lois blinked, snapping out of her moment of euphoria; her body twisted in the direction of... a hot dog cart? Operated by a portly, unshaven man in a wifebeater...

Lois squinted, her body frozen, hovering in place as the rest of her torso disappeared into the woods. She glanced back, and then back to the cart.

"...how much is a hot dog?" Lois asked meekly.

"Two dollars per." The portly man grunted.

Lois felt around for her wallet, her hands feeling around her bare torso. It was then that she realized she left it at home; her waist was still wedged in the window, her legs back in her apartment. She smiled awkwardly.

"I, uh... I'll be right back."

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After making a couple of trips to get her wallet and make a couple cash transactions, she was back in her apartment with a spot of lunch in hand, and her proportions restored. The Metropolitan specialty footlongs were of considerable size.

She widened her mouth, unhinging her jaw like a python, to deposit one of the dogs down her gullet; she swallowed and reached for a second, depositing that too. She swallowed, smiling to herself as she consumed the hot dogs in two whole pieces; they slid down her gullet and plopped into her belly.

"Mmmm... good stuff." Lois patted her belly, smiling to herself. She rose from her chair, turning to the mirror. Lois had certainly taken to her superpowers in a hurry; maybe it wasn't the first time...

"Hmmm... I guess if I could stretch clear across the Metropolitan skyline. Maybe I could work on some more... subtle adjustments."

She purred, swaying her hips from side to side. She leaned forward, taking a closer look at her facial features.

"Mmm, I dunno, I got too much of a mild mannered look. If I make some tweaks..."

She raised two hands, massaging her cheeks; her luscious, blemish-free skin squeaked under her gentle, yet firm touch, surrendering to her fingers like clay. She squeezed her jawline into a more pronounced v-shape, stretching her cheeks a little wider, pushing and prodding in subtle ways...

She wondered if she had achieved that perfect heart-shaped face. The mathematically determined peak of beauty. It was hard to tell...

...Lois clicked her tongue. She didn't know a lick about the subtle details, she just read something like that in a journal. Her boss had a bit of a sexist steak, putting her on cosmetic detail... not that she was complaining right now.

"Heh, screw subtlety~"

Lois took a deep breath and lowered her hands, massaging her hips as she rotated them in a wide circle. Each movement she made was punctuated further by the sound of rubbery squeaking; she moaned with delighted pleasure, rocking her hips. As her hands travelled down her body, she could feel her body slimming to supermodel-esque proportions; as her torso slimmed, her hips and ass inflated in turn, accentuating her features.

The room shrunk around her as she grew several inches in a matter of seconds, her legs stretching and expanding, her thunder thighs thickening; her clothes resisted her growth, clinging to her pliable skin, squeezing her in a full-body head... but falling juuuuust short of tearing at the seams. Metropolitan fabric was cut from a different cloth...

She moaned, arching her back to present her chest; the impression of her expanding breasts pressed against the tightly-bound mesh of her t-shirt, her B-cups rapidly inflating to emphatic D-cups. Her breasts squeaked gingerly against each other as she looked over herself hungrily.

Lois took another glance at the mirror, turning back and forth to admire herself. Her bouncing breasts, her pear-shaped figure, her luscious lips and her heart-shaped head... she was drop-dead gorgeous. If she could get some form-fitting spandex, nothing would be left to the imagination..

She relaxed, her body creaking and shifting back to her regular, modest proportions. She chuckled to herself. That would make it much easier to maintain an alter-ego...

"Ooooh, shapeshifting this much works up a sweat~" Lois cackled to herself, reaching for a glass bottle of mineral water she grabbed from the fridge. She chugged the rest of the bottle down in a hurry.

Her tongue slipped into the bottle as she thirstily drank, stretching to a serpentine length and slurping up any remaining beads of water within. She peaked out through one eye, chuckling to herself with the strange sight.

"...hmm..."

She wondered. She already tested her limits in one direction. But what if..

Her tongue shot back into her mouth. She raised the bottle, prodding a finger against the opening...

Shlorp. Her finger slid inside effortlessly. And then another. And then her entire wrist.

Lois pressed further excitedly, her forearm slipping in up to her elbow; it squished inside effortlessly. The tension was exciting, a tingly sensation overcame her body as she leaned in more and more. It was a strange, mild pressure; she could feel her body compressing, folding itself over and over again.

Her body was compressing as rapidly as she could stretch it. She was up to her arms in the situation, sliding her other arm into the bottle and raising it above her head. Her body formlessly shlorped, the bottle travelling down her body.

In a matter of moments, all that was left of Lois Lane was a bottle of mineral water, laying in a pile of sporty clothes. Lois could hypercompress herself enough to fill the bottle, but her clothes were another matter... it was a good thing that her modesty was preserved by the opaque green tint of the battle. A perverse giggling sound echoed from the lip of the bottle as a peach-hued mass bubbled out...

Pop! Her head popped out. She glanced back to the 750 millilitre bottle with a satisfied smirk.

"Ohhhhhh man, this is incredible!" Lois' eyes bugged out. "I mean, I knew that much, but this is... whoa! I gotta figure out what makes this stuff tick...!"

Two arms shuffled forward from the bottle, propping herself up. She slung herself over to her work desk, and the vial of perfume that had given her such incredible powers...

"...If effects persist beyond three days, consult your doctor..." She read the label with a quizzical look. "So this stuff is just... temporary?"

She paused, frowning to herself. She did her background research on the perfume's origins; a secretive grove of gingo fruit, a favourite among a society of contortionists, a "roiding conspiracy" if she had ever heard one, though contortionism of all things was hardly a competition...

Lois grinned to herself, opening her email.

"Heheh... I'm gonna need an extension on this assignment." Lois grinned to herself. "And a resupply too. Bet Jimmy can find me a hookup for more of this stuff..."

She opened up an incognito browser, glancing through options for a direct flight from Metropolis to the Yucatan.

"...I wonder how much I'd have tracking this stuff straight to the source."