End: Get Superman To Fuck Her Tits

Lois Lane blinked. She wasn't quite sure she'd understood what Angie Blaze had just said.

"Huh?"

"You want to fuck Superman," the woman said, as she washed the shampoo out of Lois's blonde hair. "He'll love your big titties."

"Big titties," Lois repeated. She gave her boobies a squeeze, letting out a little moan. They had been sensitive enough when they were small, but now that they were so huge, just squeezing them made her heart beat faster.

"Use your titties," Blaze said as she toweled the blonde reporter off. "Seduce him. Imagine how good it'll feel to have his cock slide in between those funbags."

"Funbags," Lois blinked her big violet eyes. The fuzziness and pain was gone from her head, and she found, to her surprise, that Angelica had led her to a locker room, and that the reporter's original clothes were there, clean and folded, in one of the lockers.

The skinny woman helped Lois to dress, continuing to talk about how Lois could seduce Superman with her new tits, and the blonde reporter was only half-listening. The bra she had come here with wouldn't fit and Lois decided to do without it, pulling the white shirt over her bulging boobs. The jacket wouldn't zip up all the way, but by zipping it up as far as she could, the reporter admired the shelf of titties that jutted out proudly before her. Idly, she traced the outline of a nipple as it strained against her shirt.

They were nice tits. Lois Lane wondered what Superman would look like, sucking on them.

Which was how, an hour later, the busty blonde bimbo reporter found herself on the roof of the Daily Planet. Standing on the edge, she couldn't actually see the street below. Her tatas were blocking the view. Yet Lois could feel her blonde hair streaming in the wind, and raise her face to the great overhanging moon as Blaze's words echoed in the back of a brain empty of almost all else.

You want to fuck Superman. He'll love your big titties.

There was a soft step below her, and Lois turned...spinning too quickly, still getting used to her different sense of gravity, she overshot, fell backwards...and just like that he was there, catching her, crushing her to his chest, her big boobs pressed against his muscular chest.

"Superman," she said with a smile, losing herself in his blue eyes. "Hi."

"Lois?" He blinked, and she felt his strong hands about her as they floated gently back onto the roof. "You changed your...hair."

"You like it?" Lois fluttered her eyelashes. "I changed a few other things, too."

Her hands acted like they had a mind of their own, slipping onto his red shorts. She had never been sure how he concealed himself down there, but now she felt a certain amount of padding...and at the center of it, a very, very hard core.

"You saved my life just now, didn't you? I should really thank you properly."

"Lois...are you feeling alright?" Superman said as they touched down. His dark brows were furrowed, but he hadn't moved her hand. "The activity in your brain is...abnormal."

"That's because I'm horny," Lois said. On her own two feet again, the reporter found the seam of Superman's costume and pulled. She couldn't see what she was doing, because her big soft juggs were pressed against his chest, but working by touch she freed what felt like a very good-sized cock, stiff and veiny...and, surprisingly, circumcised. "So are you."

"Lois...I think something's happened to you. I should take you to the Justice League, or S.T.A.R. Labs, and we can figure out who did this to you and how to reverse..."

The reporter wasn't listening. She was already on her knees on the hard surface of the roof, and she peeled her shirt up to expose her great white melons to the cool air. Something rigid and pink slid up between her massive mammaries, and Lois smiled as she saw the swollen purple helmet, round as a mushroom top.

"Hey big guy," she whispered, "You and are going to have a lot of fun."

It was well known, in supervillain circles, that Superman had a weakness to magic. What Lois Lane found out that night is that big titties were his real kryptonite. For all his moral firmness and willpower, within seconds Superman was leaning against the base of the great bronze planet, letting Lois run her tongue around his glans, smooshing her fat tits around his rigid shaft. As the blonde reporter slipped her mouth over his cock for the first blowjob of his life, the Man of Steel felt every desire to see Lois back to "normal" crumble.

Lois Lane herself sucked his dick with a single-minded dedication. Quite literally, it was the only thing that she could think about. Her sensitive tits felt so good wrapped around his shaft, the dick sliding and stimulating them, her nipples were hard and her pussy was swamped, rivulets of cunny juice running down her legs. Lois didn't even mind how hard the roof was on her knees, or the chill of the wind on her engorged teats.

In her lair, beneath the club, the demon Blaze allowed herself a little smile. With Superman occupied, Metropolis would be ripe for the plucking...