Blaze Saves Her Kiss For Later

The demon's hand moved between the reporter's thighs as she sucked and sucked...and Lois leaned back and let it happen, shivering as the unfamiliar weight began to shift to her growing tit. With her eyes closed, the reporter couldn't see the transformation...her body's subdermal fat rapidly converting and flowing up into the tit that was hanging like an overripe balloon from Blaze's lips.

The reporter's musculature became more defined. The flat plane of her stomach sunk down, as abdominal muscles stood out in a clear six-pack. Two crimson fingers slid in and out of the reporter's pussy, squishing obscenely, scraping against all of Lois Lane's most sensitive spots, the liquid pressure in the reporter's breast growing moment by moment...until with a full-body shudder Lois gave off a long, low moan, her hips bucking on the bed, spasming around the demon's fingers.

Blaze let the teat drop from her mouth. Lois opened her eyes and stared down at the massive, soft udders that stood out proudly on her narrow chest. She felt light-headed, the room spinning softly.

"Bloodflow," the scarlet succubus said to the dizzy reporter. "You have the same amount of blood, but an awful lot more boobs. Causes a bit of a drop in blood pressure. Nothing too dangerous."

"Ugh," Lois shook her head, which didn't help. "My breasts—"

"Tits," Blaze said happily. "When you have a pair of cannonballs hanging off your tits, and none of your bras fit, they're officially tits."

Lois glowered. "My tits feel really full. Where are the women? And when do I—have to kiss you?"

"My girls are working. Get up and get dressed, we'll go meet them. As for the kiss you owe me—" Blaze gave Lois one of those infuriating half-smiles. "—all in good time."