Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How big do Lois Lane's breasts get?

32A to 32D

Lois Lane felt dizzy. Her titties hurt. They were so red and swollen...and heavy. The reporter sucked down the bottle of water and let the empty plastic container fall to the floor. The weight of her tits, the skin impossibly taut, hung on her chest like balloons, and the muscles in her shoulders and back began to ache. Uses to tits that she could easily palm, it was a new experience for Lois to grab her chest and her hand not able to encompass all of her tit-flesh. It was like every pubescent dream Lois had ever had finally came true...but in a way she had never wanted. As she gave an experimental squeeze, the super-sensitive breasts overwhelmed the reporter's brain and a weird moan escaped from her lips.

"Wath..." Lois Lane's brow furrowed. She opened and closed her lips, which felt swollen and beestung. "My wipth..."

"Other things swell too," Blaze said. "Big fat tits...big cocksucking lips...your clothes must be feeling tight."

One red claw caught the waistband of the reporter's pants. The sound of the razor-sharp claw effortlessly slicing through the tight fabric reached the reporter's uncomprehending ears. She stared down, through the valley of her swollen breasts, fascinated but almost unable to believe that she was actually staring down the valley of her own tits.

The dark patch of Lois Lane's carefully-trimmed pubic hair came into view. The edge of the chair interrupted the downward sweep of Blaze's claw, but now she simply peeled the ruined pants and panties off of the reporter. Lois couldn't raise any objection to this...she felt oddly passive. And more than that...

"Horny," Lois mumbled through her swollen lips. Blaze smiled. The torn remnants of the reporter's panties were wet and sticky.

"Of course you are. But I haven't told you the best part of this new ****."

Curiosity stirred in Lois Lane, even in the pink haze that saw her naked on the chair.

"What'th that?" The half-bimbofied reporter lisped.