Bimbo Lois LOVES Her Bigger Boobs

"Fuck yes!" Lois said as she released Circe's head to grasp her newfound assets. Her old breasts had been mere palmfuls, never more than a B-cup, with a kind of half-teardrop shape and small pink nipples that stood high and proud.

These...They overflowed the reporter's hands, jutting out from her chest, so heavy that the tips would have overhung her palms, if Circe wasn't still groping and mashing at them. The nipples were still pink, but now the areolae were puffy, standing out from the breasts, and the nipples themselves jutted out farther and thicker, less like pencil erasers and more like the tip of the reporter's pinky finger...and they were sensitive.

"I have tits," the bimbo said in some kind of awe. Like most women, Lois Lane had been disappointed by puberty. Her breasts had stopped growing when many other girls had just gotten started, and all her life she had looked with something approaching envy at the women with the natural D-cups. She had even looked into breast augmentation, but had decided against it, not wanting to be categorized as one of those women who substituted tits for talent to get ahead in the world.

Wow, I was fucking stupid! the bimbo reporter thought. I should have gotten fat fucking boobs years ago! There's so pretty and sensitive and...and...

The brain-drained reporter shot a smoldering look at the woman whose pussy she was currently rubbing with her own. Circe's face was flushed, her eyes glued on the reporter's soft pillows, hands greedily tugging at the fat nipples.

"Circe-y," Lois said, batting her eyes. "I really need to thank you properly for my new titties."

The lavender-haired sorceress looked up at the reporter for just a moment, confusion on her face...and that was when Lois grabbed her head and puffed out her chest. Though the position was awkward with their legs still entwined, Lois Lane pulled the sorceress's head down between her new boobs, the soft tit-flesh smothering her. Lois just hugged her harder and harder, totally disregarding the sorceress's struggles, the flares of green magic the **** hands that seemed to be trying to push themselves away from her expanding breasts...

Because they were growing, Lois could feel it, the soft pillows pushing against her arms, filling up all the gaps. The sorceress's wet tongue slathered into her cleavage, mouth gasping for breath, even trying to bite the swelling boobies but unable to utter a word as the bimbo held her in her grasp, Lois doing her best to rub her pussy against Circe's, utterly sure that this must feel as good for the sorceress as it did for her.

Until, over long minutes, as Lois began to pant into her swelling rack, her hip-movements becoming jerky and frantic, the sorceress's arms dropped limp by her side, and Circe stopped moving at all even as Lois Lane shuddered and screamed, her pussy squirting into Circe's own cunny...and then, finally, the bimbo reporter pulled Circe out from between her much larger breasts.