End: Lois Betrays Power Girl

On the roof of the club, the wind blew cool in the night. Lois Lane stood there barefoot, with a borrowed labcoat around her. Arms hugged tight around her chest. The smartphone was in her pocket, the call had been made. There was nothing to do but wait...and she didn't have long to wait.

Lois Lane told herself that this was okay. Power Girl was already known for her big bust, a little more wouldn't possibly hurt her...she was strong, powerful, used to it...

The reporter knew she was just making excuses for her own weakness. So she hugged herself tight, the hard crystal pressed against her breastbone. A part of her almost prayed that Power Girl wouldn't come...but then there was a shadow overhead, and a familiar figure touched down.

She stood tall, Amazonesque, and with her slim waist and flaring hips, the bulging muscles of her bare thighs and calves, the broad shoulders all simply emphasized her impressive bust...the kind of breasts that adult film stars normally paid tens of thousands of dollars to achieve, and yet could never match the soft natural curves and sag of that impressive bust, the cleavage clearly visible through the round, open "window" cut into the chest of her costume.

"Lois?" Power Girl said, the blonde's voice full of concern as she stepped forward. "Are you hurt? I came as soon as I could..."

Lois Lane **** a smile...and then she began to shake. She almost collapsed to her knees, and Power Girl was there in a moment to catch her. Just as she had planned..

"I'm sorry," the reporter whispered, as she opened the labcoat.

Power Girl blinked, shocked at the tit-splosion that followed. Great pillowy masses nearly as big and heavy as her own pushed out from Lois Lane's chest where the reporter had been holding them tightly...and there in Lois' cleavage, on a plastic LexCorp lanyard, was a chunk of crimson crystal...and a familiar pins-and-needles sensation swept over Power Girl as she recognized a piece of red kryptonite.

Lois Lane had not been gifted with large breasts by nature. 32A-cups, inching up to B-cups during the worst bloating of her period. Now, she could scarcely give a number or cup size to her current breast size...and Power Girl's breasts began to rumble ominously.

The effect of the red kryptonite was, it turned out, exponential.

"Aaaauuugh!" Power Girl screamed as her tits ballooned. Her uniform was made of durable Kryptonian fabrics; they lasted all of five seconds before bursting asunder in an explosion of white threads. Lois Lane had a first-row seat as the biggest breasts she had ever seen buried her and bore her down to the roof. Warm, expanding tit flesh crushed the busty reporter, the air grew hot and stale, and she wondered, really wondered, if this was the end...and shuddered in sudden climax, her pussy squirting at the thought of being crushed to **** by these massive breasts.

Consciousness came back. Lois opened her eyes, not even able to remember when she had passed out...but she saw that she was in a hospital bed, surrounded by curtains, hooked up to monitors and an IV drip, and...

Lois pulled up the blanket. Her new tits sat there, fat and happy, each one half the size of her head. She let out a little sight of relief...and then another thought occurred to her.

"Power Girl!"

"Right here," a sleepy woman's voice said. One arm pulled aside the curation to the reporter's left.

Lois blinked. Her eye was focused on a breast the size of a beanbag, with a nipple the size of a hubcap. The pale flesh pulsed, and Lois followed it up to a familiar shock of blonde hair and blue eyes. Power Girl was floating in mid-air, her massive breasts dangling underneath in two massive tear-drops, the fist-sized nipples just barely above the tile.

"Kara!" Lois said...and then tears filled her eyes. "I..."

"...was hypnotized by Lex Luthor," Power Girl said with a frown. "We figured that out later. Fortunately, just because I have boobs that would make Giganta blush, I can still fly and lift tons, so I managed to get us out of there. Unfortunately, that let Luthor make his escape...but we'll get him eventually."

"But...your boobs..." Lois said.

"Well...we'll have to see about that," Power Girl said. "Normally red kryptonite only lasts 24-48 hours, but its effects on me tend to be...erratic. The doctors think your transformation might be permanent, though."

"Really!?" Lois couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Don't sound too unhappy," Power Girl said and stuck her tongue out...and then Lois started to cry.

"But I...I betrayed you..." Lois sobbed.

"Lois, you weren't in control of yourself. You should see your tox screen. Luthor had you pumped full of so many nanites, genetically engineered viruses, and hypnotic **** you'd be wearing clown shoes if he had a foot fetish," Power Girl said.

Lois sniffed. Power Girl sighed.

"If I hover over there and let you play with my boobs, will you cheer up?"

The reporter answered with a leer that would make old men jealous.

Which is how, in the hours before dawn, Lois found herself playing with a pair of breasts that each weighed more than she did...hugging and pulling at them, drawing herself up to rub her pussy on Power Girl's swollen nipple, all while the heroine looked down complacently.

It was the best night of Lois Lane's life.