End: Let's Find Out

Power Girl's hand cupped Lois Lane's pussy. Not to penetrate it, like they do in porn movies, but just to rub it, the base of her palm against the reporter's clit. The superheroine's mouth clamped onto Lois Lane's left nipple and sucked, harder than anything Lois had ever experienced.

Blindfolded, in bed with the bustiest heroine in the world, Lois tried to envisage herself with big breasts...really big breasts. Ridiculously huge, utterly biologically impossible tits. It was hard to really form and hold such an image...and all the more so to really desire it. Oh, Lois had her hangups about her breasts, and had dreamed at nights about having breasts as big as Power Girl's, but it she was going to make Karen happy then she needed to push herself further...to go beyond any pretense of realistic tits.

Karen swapped her mouth over to the reporter's other nipple, her hand not letting up on its ****. Lois's pussy was swamping now, and her sweaty hands gathered the sheets of the bed into her fits, as she tried to focus on her breathing, leaning back into the pillows, just letting Power Girl make love to her, the image in her mind's eye...

A slight tingle. Focused on her nipples, but spreading outward as the eager rubbing against her clit increased. Lois's heart thundered in her breast as she tried to imagine herself with just...ludicrous tits. In her lap, too big to wrap her arms around, needing Supergirl's cape just to make an impromptu bra.

There had been a time when Lois was fresh out of university that she had hit her peak horniness, masturbated four or five times a day, often not able to reach orgasm before she had to stop to go to work or get groceries or do some other grown-up thing. Porn on the internet helped, and as the day went on the search terms got increasingly baroque as Lois narrowed her desire to some nasty, impossible combination. French swinger orgy. Japanese pregnant double penetration. Lactating mothers fucked up the ass. Anything past four keywords was usually when Lois was at her limit, deep into the search results, hand cramping as she rubbed herself furiously, adding porn and sex toys to her online cart that she would be embarrassed about later, using once and then quietly disposing of...

That was the sensation creeping up on Lois as Karen began to kiss her way down the reporter's body. Until those super-lips sucked on her clit, and that strong but supple tongue slid between the lips of her labia, twirled around her urethra, and then headed southward...and the tingle in her tits grew and spread until her whole chest felt like a million pins and needles were sticking them.

It wasn't like before. Lois couldn't just see what she wanted and then the magic would do its thing. The reporter had to hold the imagine in her head as Power Girl lapped at her cunt, and the weight grew on her chest as her breasts struggled to rise to the image. Lois felt that terrible, **** need inside of her as the skin of her ribs was overtaken by expanding tit-flesh, her back and shoulder muscles ached as the increasing mass put a strain on her body. Lois could feel the skin strain and stretch as she kept trying to imagine her juggs getting bigger...bigger...ever bigger and heavier...bigger than any woman had ever been...

Her arms were wide and yet Lois could feel the heat and softness as her sideboobs touched her outstretched biceps. Knees drawn up to give Karen ready access to her slit were now pressing against the underboob, and the reporter gasped raggedly for air as it became hard to breathe. It felt as if she had a sack of bowling balls on her chest. She strained, **** as Power Girl kept teasing her clit, never quite letting her cum, but drawing her out more and more and more, and the weight kept increasing...until something broke.

Snapped. Some invisible tether, some magical chord. Lois felt it like the loss of her virginity, the indefinable nothingness that had once been something...and all at once the tingle stopped.

She reached up and took off her blindfold.

Her breasts were as large as a pair of beanbags. Normal tits of that size would have been saggy masses of fat, but these were taut. Not like silicone, but like the pert breasts of a young woman, though of inhuman size. Power Girl's face was flushed, chin dripping, and she stared Lois in the eye with a shit-eating grin on her face, and with superhuman strength lifted up those breasts—with Lois attached to them—and buried her face deep in that cleavage.

"Marry me," Karen said simply.

Lois swallowed. "I'll think about it. But first..."

Zatanna did a housecall. That led to her calling the Justice League. Lois was propped up with her impossible breasts in her lap, buck naked, and tapped her article out into Karen's laptop as she went out to save the day with the rest of the heroes. There were women to rescue, a demonic cult to subdue, magic afoot. All of which made for good copy.

As dawn came, Power Girl returned. She gave a sigh as she saw the reporter passed out on the bed, using her own tits as a pillow. Not wanting to wake her, Karen pulled a sheet up over the reporter's bare back. Blew her a little kiss.

Lois Lane's long night out was over...but the adventures of the Daily Planet's bustiest reporter had just begun.