Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois see?

Big Bimbo Tits

At first, Lois Lane couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. Wet blonde locks fell down over her collarbone...and hanging below that should have been her breasts, small and proud, hanging like a perfect ski slope to small pink nipples that pointed proudly outwards, petite and perfect.

Instead, Angie's hands crushed a pair of huge, soft spheres to her chest. Pale as a fine cheese, with little blue veins running through them, the skin smooth and overflowing the fingers that held them back. Lois couldn't seem to comprehend what she was looking at...and then the woman let her hands go, and gravity took hold.

The tits fell...and bounced.

Lois stared. She couldn't see her feet. The tits stretched out in front of her so far that her toes were totally obscured. As breasts do when unsupported, they shifted to either side, so she could stare down her breastbone, the flat plane of her stomach, and the blonde thatch of her pubic hair, but...

"It's all you, Lois," Angelica purred into the blonde bimbo reporter's ear. "Touch them! Feel them! They're real!"

The blonde bimbo reached up with trembling hands. She touched them. Soft, warm...and she could feel her own hands on her tits, and her tits in her hands. More than ever she became aware of the weight of them on her shoulders, and she stood so that she wasn't leaning forward. Gave them a squeeze, the big pink nipples almost as big as her pinky-tips, the areolas wide as half-dollars, and gave a little gasp as her thumbs sank into the pliant flesh.

"Big tits are so fun, aren't they Lois? Or they can be, if you use them right," Blaze whispered. "You know how you should do Lois?"

"Uh?" Lois couldn't find the right words. Her head was so muzzy...it was hard to think of anything except how good it felt to squeeze her big, beautiful tits!