Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Respond To That?

A Big Pair of Tits Would Be Fun

A spike seemed to drive itself through the blonde reporter's head. At Angie's words, she had imagined herself with tits. Big, beautiful tits. Head-turning whoppers. The kind that she would get crumbs in her cleavage when she ate. Just thinking about it was like getting fucked in the brain...but it was also so hot...

"Hold that image in your head," Angie insisted, her soapy hands squeezing the reporter's breasts. "Don't let it go!"

Obligingly, Lois tried to hold on...but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed impossible to think about anything else. She really wanted a fat set of titties. Wobbly and so pale that she could see the blue veins through the skin, with big pink nipples. It would be worth the pain in her back...knocking things over when she turned too quickly...and turning heads.

Angie crushed her own small breasts into the reporter's back. Her hands were pressing into Lois's chest so hard that it had begun to hurt. Lois could hardly breath, and she smelled blood.

"Keep doing that. Just let everything else fall out of that pretty blonde head," the woman said. "Until all you can think about are tits."

The blonde reporter was barely listening. The pressure on her chest was growing, and Angie Blaze seemed to be having trouble keeping her grip on the soapy flesh. Lois's breasts began to grow hot...the nipples hard, pressing into Angie's palms.

Then even the woman's words lost their meaning. Pain stabbed deep into Lois Lane's brain, so that all she could focus on was that—that and the image of the perfect, massive, milky tits that should have been hers. The reporter's head throbbed and ached, her whole head seeming to fill with pain...until she became pain. A single, scintillant moment, nothing else left in her head except the image of swollen, swaying, jiggling, soft, globes of tit-flesh, the kind that starving babies dream of, and which reduce grown men and women to thirsty infants once again. A chest fit for a herd of cows...

"Look!" Blaze whispered fiercely, cutting through the reporter's singular thought. "Look at your tits!"