As Big As Hitomi Tanaka

The words poured out the reporter's mouth, and her tan cheeks darkened in a blush as she realized what she had said. It was so difficult to measure how big breasts really were—bra sizes were so deceitful, and implants were based on volume—and tits themselves had such a tendency to shift with weight, hormones...but on her computer, hidden away behind a password and encryption, was her secret stash of big bust pornographic films and videos...and the one model that seemed to capture her imagination was Hitomi Tanaka, the Japanese model who had started out as a J-cup and was now an astonishing 34O....compared to which, the reporter, even twice as big as she was, would always be flat as a board.

"I don't know who that is," Circe said, her fingers sinking into the swollen boobs, tugging at the pierced and tattooed mammaries. "But I can see it in your mind...and I approve. I think such a magnificent bust will look good on you with your slim and trim form..."

Fire seemed to burn through the reporter's breasts. She felt for sure that Circe was tearing them off, that the combination of tugging and the weights were too much. The sorceress' laugh echoed in Lois Lane's mind as she tugged and tugged...and then the reporter realized that her breasts were not being pulled away from her body, and the weight of them was growing heavier and heavier.

Fearing what she might see, Lois opened her eyes...and a pair of dark, tunned torpedoes were growing down from her chest. Negligently, Circe unhooked the weights. Her fingers traced the dark tattoos, her fingers curled around the heavy rings and pulled them out so Lois could see the massive mammaries, which must have stood out a full foot from her chest when drawn perpendicular to her torso...and they were just as big and lusciously full as that Japanese model of her most drunken masturbation sessions.

"You will have difficulty hiding these," the sorceress said. "But you are clever. Some sort of binder perhaps, and loose shirts. At least they are all natural. None of those disgusting implants."

Circe's hands disappeared beneath the breasts and lifted them...something the reporter could never have experienced before, with her tiny titties...and pressed the nipples to Lois Lane's mouth.

"Suck," she said, eyes fervent.