End: I Want Those Massive Tits

In her heart of heart, Lois Lane allowed herself to admit that this was one of her desires. Stupid, ridiculous, utterly impractical...yet the sight of Superman squeezing those massive tits made her knees shake and pussy drool. She remembered what it had felt like, growing bigger breasts in moments. A part of Lois thought that any price might be worth that vision...after all, what was her soul, anyway?

"I want those massive tits," Lois whispered, less in answer to Blaze than just to admit to herself the truth that she could no longer hide.

No sooner had she said the words, but there was a sense of motion, all around her. As if the world was spinning, and Lois was standing still. Laughter thundered in her ears...and Lois Lane leaned forward, suddenly short of breath, her body so heavy...

The edges of her breasts touched the desk. The sudden sensation brought Lois to consciousness. She looked around herself, expecting to see herself in Angelica Blaze's office, down beneath the club, in her tight red pants and jacket...and instead she found herself at her desk at the Daily Planet, long after-hours. The reporter frowned, her shoulder and back aching...there was something back there, digging into her skin.

Yet what had the reporter's attention were her tits. The massive breasts of her vision, jutting out in front of her, wobbling with every little movement in slow, titanic waves. The weight of them was dragging her down and forward, and Lois could feel, if not see, the massive underwire supports that helped hold them up, the back backbrace she had under her dress which let her at least walk after the accident...

Accident? Lois Lane's thoughts were muddled as new memories flooded into her. No longer the leader of the itty bitty titty committee, now the reporter recalled a lifelong battle with gynecomastia that had set in at puberty...the way her tits kept growing, bigger and bigger, invading every aspect of her life. Yet she hadn't let her massive bosom get in the way or her desire to be a reporter—the best reporter!—and she had survived all the jeers, the gropes, the gossip and rumor...and the health issues that came with the massive weight on her chest, the stress on her heart, the time she had tripped just months ago and fractured three vertebrae in her spine. Lois's cheeks burned with shame as she remembered the headline: BACK-BREAKING TITS...but it had worked out in the end.

"Lois, darling, are you alright?"

A man's voice, instantly recognizable. Lois twisted, as far as the backbrace and her massive titties would allow. Clark Kent smiled as her stepped forward, gathering her tits in his big hands from behind, lifting them up easily to ease some of the pressure off her wounded back. If not for the accident they might never be together. He'd been such a big help to her...and she'd needed help for every little thing, even washing herself...going to the bathroom...

The weight of the diamond on her finger was but a token of his love for her, their oncoming marriage a formality. She could feel the true fruit of their union in her swollen stomach. Only a few months along, but already she was sure. Her tits had been growing again...

"Clark," she whispered. "I think you need to say hello to the baby."

There was no one around. No one to see Lois lean forward, purposefully resting her breasts on the shelf of her desk now as she thrust out her ass, meatier and more muscular than in the old life, whose memories were already fading away. Clark Kent flipped up her skirt and pulled down dripping panties. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel that hard length rub up and down her dripping slit, getting it good and wet. He was so big that the first few times they'd made love, Lois hadn't really been able to take all of him...even hard his dick was soft as a loofah, as thick as her wrist and nearly as long as her forearm. It squeezed inside of her, compressing easily in her tight tunnel, and Lois gasped as she felt herself filled to the brim by that super dick.

"I wonder how big you'll get when your milk starts to come in," he said, squeezing and rubbing the mammoth tits together.

"One thing's for sure," Lois joked. "The baby won't go hungry."

"Babies," he said, with a strangely deep and sonorous voice, utterly serious...and as he pushed the rest of himself into her, Lois Lane rested her head on her massive titties, thinking of all the children they would have...

...and Angelica Blaze smiled, her ruby heart glowing a little brighter as she contemplated the uses she had for Lois Lane's soul.

Yet that is another story...and for Lois Lane, her night out is at an end.