A little bigger, a little more dominating

If Maria could be faulted for anything, it was not enthusiasm. It would have been one of the great tragedies if this woman had gone her entire life without eating a single pussy. At the moment, (and she might have been a little bias) Lois thought it was of the same magnitude as if Mozart had never written music, or Monet never painted. Maria's skill was a gift to the Earth if not, then it was at least a very thoughtful gift to Lois.

Maria was so skilled that she was almost able to take Lois' attention away from her throbbing nipple entirely. She'd **** Lois' mind to create a hierarchy of needs. The need to feel pleasure. To have her new thicker folds luxuriated, licked, and loved by this beautiful woman. To have to her juices not only tasted, but devoured, and to feel her empowering weight press down and entrap someone. Of course the age-old need to orgasm was also there.

All of those wrapped up into a single complex need that highly outweighed the need to investigate the hunk of magical mutating space jewelry that was skewering one of her nipples.

Which is not to say that her nipple was getting completely ignored. In fact philosophers would argue that it was contributing to the rapture of the entire event.

Lois was determined to get to the bottom of the ring in her nipple, after Maria finished what she was doing. The increased glowing of the rock did somewhat concern her though. In lieu of a lab, or scientific sources, and with most of her brain power being dedicated to rubbing her swollen pussy in _just _the right way over Maria's face. Lois had to engage in the oldest and simplest of investigative means: Touching it.

Absentmindedly Lois began to tweak both of her nipples. One swollen, pink and pleasant, the other swollen, red and angry. Her pierced nipple was sore despite the shot. It was also, despite the pain very pleasurable to to play with. Much more so than her other nipple which was only provide a trickle of pleasure. Her piercing hurt a lot, but entwined with that pain was a torrent of naughty and delightful sensations. In fact Lois was starting to discover or at least believe that it felt so good because it hurt.

Pain is pleasure.

The thought came to her as she timed her thrusts along Maria's mouth with tugs at her piercing which were not entirely gentle.

All the while the kryptonite continued to do it's work. Slowly but noticeable fat began to pack onto the reporter. Gorgeous, supple, malleable, flowing, squeezable fat. Most notably around all the areas that had to do with Maria.

The poor girl was rapidly finding the world closing in around her. Lois' thickening mound began to weight more heavily on her face, and spread out a little wider. Almost like it was trying to create a seal around her mouth and nose. To either side of her face Lois' thick thighs were become straight up fat. It seemed they were trying to meet in the gap between Lois's legs and did not care that Maria was in their way. Above her Lois's cute ponch was starting to have to negotiate deals with gravity. More and more it started to grow and hang until it was covering Maria and resting on Lois's thighs which were doing the same thing.

Maria felt like king tut being sealed in a pyramid of lard.

Like many of the great pussy-lickers of history who were buried with their queens, air was quickly becoming a problem. Maria's tongue was willing, but the person attached to it had needs. She tapped Lois on her butt like she was in a martial arts hold.

The plus sized reporter kindly lifted up her belly, and new folds. Maria gratefully gasped for air before Lois released her hold and Maria was slapped in the face by her suffocating weight. She let out a muffled protest, but Lois ground away. "Hey hey." She snapped. "If you don't get licking you won't get any air at all."

Maria took the order seriously enough and went back to work. Lois was of course good on her word and would lift up her folds from time to time to allow Maria a few quick breaths. Sometimes she'd be more generous than others. At times Maria would be light headed and would feel like passing out before Lois allowed her a single sip of air.

It was intoxicating. The pleasure from her pussy was good. The pain she was milking from her nipple was better, but it was the control she was exerting over Maria that really pushed Lois over the edge. The all important mental aspect sent Lois crashing into an orgasm. She clenched her thighs together as her body shook. She threatened to break Maria's head open like a watermelon, but luckily didn't. Instead she just oozed and oozed femcum from her plus sized coochie.

It was magical. It also knocked a certain night in Paris off it's pedestal as her best sexual encounter, if not her most romantic one.

By the end of it, she was panting, covered in sweat, and orbiting somewhere around 200 pounds in a modest pair shape. Our spent reporter awkwardly dismounted Maria, and let her weight roll her onto the floor.

Poor Maria looked liked she'd been waterboarded. Her entire face was covered with thick fem juice, and she was trying to wipe herself down with her forearm. Her face was red, and she was flustered. She couldn't look Lois in the eye, which was a sign of submission the reporter instantly noticed and felt elated by. It was as if the universe had been aligned. Like Lois dominating another woman fulfilled some cosmic imperative. Sure it was a silly thought, but it really did feel that significant.

Lois played with her pierced nipple as she had these thoughts, it's glow never quite going away. It was among those pained tweakings, and thoughts of domination that Lois was finally able to take full stock of her body. Now that her mind was no so completely taken up with cunnilingus she could spare some space for investigation.

The extra weight was a given, and not quite as big of a shock the second time. What was concerning is that her pierced tit was now noticeably larger than her unpierced tit. It was by at least two cup sizes, maybe more. Both her tits were now fat, and sagged, but the pierced tit sagged farther, lower, and frankly with more pride. The areola was dark and covered too much real estate. Finally the nipple that topped the thing, had a sense of wrongness to it. It was too dark, too long, too big. It went beyond what could reasonably be expected within human deviancy. The nipple, frankly was freakish and lewd.

The whole evening had been off balancing for Lois, but now she embodied that feeling. She was lopsided, asymmetrical, she was off balanced.. Stories were more often than not based on things that broke from a pattern. Now she was part of the deviancy, and for better or worse was part of the story now.

"Tell me..." Lois rubbed her small breast. She could think of only one way to at least deal with the lopsided problem. "...do you have any more piercings?"