End: Blaze Injects The Bimbo Straight Into Lois Lane's Tits

Lois Lane could not scream. She could only suffer as the water gurgled down her throat and up her ass. Could feel the cold water fill her stomach and intestines, her abdomen slowly and painfully distend...and her belly wasn't the only thing swelling. The bound reporter looked down in horror at her tits, the skin as painfully taut as an overfilled balloon.

The skin of her tits were an angry purple, beyond the ropes that tied them, and to Lois Lane they seemed to be as big and heavy as cannonballs on her chest. She could feel the growing weight of them in her shoulders and back, muscles straining at the unaccustomed masses. More subtle effects wracked the naked reporter...her ass, formerly flat and toned, had filled out. Fat had melted from her arms, legs, and abs, outlining the muscles there. Her lips were plump and beestung around the hose.

Yet the most terrible effect of the bimbo **** was how Lois Lane's eyes glazed over. As the **** attacked her brain, confusion furrowed the naked woman's brow. She no longer knew why she was being punished, or why no one was helping her. Why her titties were so big, and why they hurt so much. Even the name of her tormentor fell out of her addled mind, as her memory became patchy, attention span shrank, and words faded from her vocabulary.

Lois Lane could not see the dominatrix smile beneath her hood. She could see only the two syringes that the sweating woman held, one in each hand, loaded with a swirling pink fluid.

"Fear not, sister...your penance is almost at an end. We must only get rid of all of those evil thoughts in your mind," Blaze announced to the camera, which zoomed in on the reporter's grotesquely swollen teats. As the needles sank into the dark and swollen nipples. As Blaze depressed the plungers, pumping the concentrated bimbo **** directly into the reporter's tits, the veins began to stand out on the surface.

The naked bimbo's whole body shuddered and moaned. She struggled in her bonds, those massive tits swinging...and growing. Now they were the size of her head, the needles still stuck in the nipples, drops of blood running from the wounds...then the needles were pushed out in a bright red spurt...and the ropes snapped.

Lois Lane arched her back as her tits, now unbound, seemed to explode out of her body. Skin stretching fast and filling up faster. Pushing out like a pair of watermelons before gravity took hold. Violet eyes rolled back in their sockets as the concentrated **** began to attack the reporter's brain. Blood oozed from eyes and nostrils as the synaptic seepage ripped through her grey matter. The camera could not show her frontal cortex shrink, her language center diminish...but it could catch the hot squirt and buck of her hips as a final, brain-shattering climax accompanied the former reporter's descent into permanent busty bimbodom.

Blaze reached down between her own legs, unable to repress her desires any longer. There was nothing that got her off harder than to see the wanton destruction of a human being.

What was left of Lois Lane...naked, with ridiculous udders hanging from her tits, unable to remember her own address...was dumped on the sidewalk. A passing patrol car would find her there in the morning...by which time, the video of Lois Lane's destruction had already hit the internet.

The demon Blaze ran fingers along her slit as she read the comments on the video. All the braying, horny depravity of humanity on display...all the souls she would reap. All thanks to Lois Lane's night out.