A Mighty Endowment

The light, sudden and bright, burned Lois. She could feel it penetrating into her skin, through the tissues, into the muscle beneath—once when she was a child she had experienced a second-degree sunburn, laying out on the deck to "tan" and coming in hours later red as a lobster, and it had felt like this—as if the heat were simply soaking into her, skin burning from the inside out.

Then, distinct from the burning, a tingling sensation spread through Lois' nipples, and then into her breast. She squeezed her eyes open, shielding them with her hands, and could barely see the blue veins seemed to stand out more clearly on her breasts, and she looked at them curiously. They almost seemed...larger. Like most women, her "girls" were never exactly constant in size, shifting due to hormones, weight gain and loss... but as she watched her breasts did seem to be getting noticeably more swollen, the veins more prominent...in only a minute, they seemed to have gone up half a cup size, at least, and the nipples were so hard and erect it hurt.

Maybe this is what puberty was like, if shrunk down into minutes instead of weeks. Lois could feel as well as see the changes, the pressure stretching her from within as her tits became fuller, less the more familiar champagne glass and more of a teardrop shape, the breasts standing out more defined, with a hint of sag—and there was a pat pat pat as she dripped on the floor, her pussy swamped at the thought.

The breasts were getting heavier in her hands, flesh overwhelming her palms, additional surface area burning under the light. She could already feel the added weight as a sense of strain in her back and shoulders, but even as Lois leaned back, trying to find her new sense of balance, they kept growing. Without her hands to block the light the reporter couldn't see, but she could feel the warm, ever-expanding mounds that were so heavy, already the size of her head.

Lois wondered how porn stars did it, the ones that went for the most **** implants. Or those women afflicted by gynecomastia, their breasts just continuing to grow and grow, aureola stretching out like dinner plates, nipples reduced to nubs...normally they were fat women, but Lois couldn't feel herself gaining weight anywhere else, only that terrible pressure in her chest, the cruel gravity causing her to rock on her heels, staggering under armloads of fat funbags.

She had hated the freakish appearance of those overgrown breasts. The way the skin was stretched unnaturally taut, or the flabby, formless boobs flowed down to their waists when not held up by a corset. Lois had always feared something would trigger that in her—pregnancy, or a hormone imbalance—and now here she way, swaying under breasts that she struggled to keep aloft with her arms...it felt like her weight had almost doubled in the last few minutes, and it was difficult to keep her balance.

No sooner had that thought come to her than Lois did lose her balance, toppling forward, her massive chest dragging the top-heavy reporter forward. She flung out her hands to break her fall, but her breasts actually touched the ground first, nipples smooshing a little before her palms slapped into the floor of the cell.

The light stopped. The burning ache dulled quickly, as if it had never been. Lois blinked rapidly to clear her vision and stared down, not at the burned red skin she expected but at...an impossible set of tits.

They were not the saggy knee-knockers she had feared, or the artificial round spheres that spoke of **** implants. These were tits fitting for a giant. Round and tear-dropped shape, but massive, as if sized for a woman twenty feet tall, jutting out proudly so that her outstretched arms could barely cup the nipples...and they were heavy. On all fours, Lois strained to rise, but it was like she had a hundred pound pack on her back. She couldn't move under her own power.

"Now, ducky," Granny Goodness' cackle sent a shiver down Lois' spine. "You see? There is no vanity in this gift. It is all for HIS benefit...as you shall see..."