Big But Realistic

Lois took a deep breath. She could feel an itch spreading around her the skin of her breasts, where they clung to her chest. Nothing painful or even irritating, more like a line of ants treading on her skin in two circles. She imagined the cells down there splitting and spreading...and her nipples, she noticed, were rock hard.

In her life, Lois knew every trick of the trade when it came to making small seem bigger. She had a drawer full of wonderbras and pads, a section of the closet devoted to corses and bustiers. Everything that could push up and out, add a little volume or at least the appearance of it. Dressing to impress had meant being barely able to breathe, her breasts shifted so high and unnaturally that she'd had to wear pasties just in case a nipple poked out.

As the itch spread deeper, under the skin, growing more intolerable with every moment, Lois pictured what she wanted. Nothing unnatural, no football-sized globes or sagging hangers. She wanted the same basic shape, the half-a-teardrop with just a hint of sag, nipples pointing high and out—but she didn't want to have to wear a padded bra anymore.

The tingle spread across her breasts, but the only swelling Lois noticed were her nipples, which looked puffier than normal, the pink tips standing out like erasers.

"Stretch marks," Angelica said, as though she could read Lois' mind. The shemale wove her fingers as though knitting a complex pattern. "We're doing this fast, but we don't want your skin to tear and scar; that's how you get stretch marks. So we have to start slow..."

Blaze lapsed into silent concentration. Lois stared down at her breasts, focusing on the outlines, looking for some hint of movement. The tickling itch of the ants was plunging deep beneath the surface now, playing along the muscle and bone, deep into her breasts...and Lois did feel something in there: a sense of pressure, as though the skin on her chest was suddenly too tight.

Lois' stomach fluttered as she stared down at her breasts and they were—yes, growing. Slowly, smoothly, uniformly in all directions, though almost imperceptible if she didn't pay close attention. But she could feel the weight of her body shifting subtly, gravity dragging just a little more each moment as her chest slowly expanded.

"Your body has mechanisms for this..." Angelica spoke softly, as though to herself. Lois spared her a glance and shuddered: her lover's eyes were white-on-white, with neither iris nor pupil, as though unseeing...or seeing straight through her. The human woman turned her attention back to her growing breasts, eager not to overdo it.

"...fat cells can be cannibalized, redirected to provide fuel for growth elsewhere. A little off your tummy, your thighs, your buttocks...your body knows what it needs to do, it only requires a nudge..."

Lois' breath caught in her throat as she stared at her mammaries. Her nipples were hanging out at least an inch farther than they had before, wider and heavier too, but the proportions were still perfect—the areola had not been stretched and faded, the nipples were still proportional—but she had tits, actual tits!

Cup sizes and band sizes, Lois knew, were indecipherable bullshit. But she had breasts big enough to heft now, and still growing. The excitement was growing inside of her, and she couldn't keep a hand away from between her legs, rubbing furtively at her clit. It was like watching a second puberty, and knowing she could let it go on as long as she wanted...

...but Lois Lane didn't want to be some air-headed bimbo with a chest fit for a herd of cows. She kept her ideal vision in her mind's eye, felt the twinge in her back and neck as the muscles strove to accommodate for the shift in mass.

Not too big, not too big... Lois told herself, eyes the growing valley between her tits. Without a bra, she like every other woman, had no cleavage, her funbags hanging on either side of her chest—but the view afforded her an unparallel glimpse at her lover's cock, hanging soft and spent between her thighs.

Big enough, Lois decided, as she stared down at her breasts. "When!" she said aloud...and like that, the black sparks stopped, and the itching died away.

The reporter stared down to admire her new rack. They reminded her of when she was a teenager, trying on her mother's bra, using a pair of oranges to get the volume and shape against her flat chest. Now, no need for that. Her breasts hung out solid and perfect, large on her thin frame but nothing about them to suggest implants. She wouldn't be cosplaying as Power Girl, but she could probably do justice to Wonder Woman's bustier now.

Goodbye, wonderbra! Lois thought to herself. No more padding!

"Are you happy, my dear?" Angelica murmured. Lois looked up at her lover with a twinkle in her eye.