you return to your planet and have Tina drive you to Lois's new house to see how she is settling in
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"Diana, you're staying here," you announce, rising from the viewing throne. "Spend time with your mother and sisters."
Wonder Woman's gold-ringed eyes widen slightly. "Of course, Lady Jane. As you command." She stands gracefully, though you detect reluctance beneath her submission.
The teleportation platform deposits you on Earth's surface minutes later. Tina waits beside the Blackwood Sovereign, her punk aesthetic stark against the vehicle's elegant lines. She bows deeply, her leather corset creaking.
"Where to, Lady Jane?"
"A sex shop first," you instruct. "Then Lois Lane's new house in Riverside."
Tina drives with practiced efficiency through morning traffic. The sex shop proves well-stocked—you select two custom dildos modeled after your cock, each with a specialized ring attachment for nipple insertion. The clerk processes your purchase with wide-eyed fascination at your seven-and-a-half-foot frame.
Lois's new house sits in an upscale Riverside neighborhood—a spacious two-story with manicured landscaping. Tina parks at the curb.
Inside, you find Lois seated at her dining table across from Grace. The punk goth Leadership Collective member has platinum blonde hair teased high, heavy eye makeup, and wears her signature leather corset with fishnet stockings. Both women rise immediately at your entrance.
"Divine Empress," they chorus, bowing.
"Sit," you command. They comply instantly.
Grace leans forward, her professional demeanor evident despite her punk aesthetic. "I was explaining the media protocols to Lois. The Leadership Collective manages all imperial announcements—she'll receive our briefings daily, then craft stories according to approved narratives."
"Understood," Lois says, her journalist instincts clearly engaged. "I'll need access to interview subjects, locations, background information—"
"All arranged," Grace interrupts. "You'll have unprecedented access. The empire operates on transparency... within defined parameters."
You listen to their discussion for several minutes—media schedules, approved topics, distribution networks. Finally, you set the bag containing the dildos on the table.
"Lois, your wardrobe needs adjustment."
She straightens attentively. "Yes, Lady Jane?"
"From now on: heels six inches minimum. Thigh-high stockings always. Micro shorts or micro skirts—skirts mandatory when on camera. Thong or g-string panties with waistbands low enough to show them clearly."
Lois nods, processing the requirements without protest.
"For tops," you continue, "your breasts must be exposed at all times. Wear whatever shirts you prefer, but your tits stay out."
Grace watches with evident approval, clearly appreciating the aesthetic control.
You retrieve the dildos from the bag. "These go in your nipples. Only the rings will be visible. Remove them only for washing yourself and the devices."
Lois examines them, her expression curious rather than concerned. "My nipples aren't large enough for this diameter."
"They will be." You pull out the Servant Gun and adjust settings. "Stand up and remove your shirt."
She complies immediately, revealing average-sized breasts. You fire—the beam strikes her chest, and her breasts swell dramatically, expanding until they rival Emma Frost's enhanced proportions. Her nipples enlarge proportionally, the areolas darkening and expanding.
"Perfect," you say with satisfaction. "Now insert them