End: Lois Dodges The Ray

Lois Lane reached up and under her hanging tits. The buckle snapped open, and the top-heavy reporter immediately crashed froward as gravity dragged her magnificent udders toward the floor. The bright yellow beam hit the screen that she had been staring at, which exploded in a sudden burst of smoke and sparks.

There were screams, yells, the blare of a fire alarm, the smell of melting plastic and burning electronics. Lois Lane wiggled her haunched and slid onto her back on the floor as the sprinklers finally went off.

Placid and content, she stayed there, still hooked into the feeding tube as the warm mush slid without resistance down her gullet and into her surprisingly elastic stomach. Her eyes fluttered heavily, and her chest, with its great wobbling teats rose and fell steadily. She found herself rubbing her softly swollen stomach as the little "food bay" made her abdomen distend further and further, her modified anatomy rapidly breaking down and incorporating the mass of raw material that flowed into it.

Which is where they found her, the next day.

"She's over here!" Clark Kent shouted behind him to the firemen. The big man knelt down to where the once-petite reporter lay on the floor. Gingerly, he pulled the hose from Lois Lane's mouth...his X-ray vision ran over her naked body. There were no broken bones, no organ damage...her stomach was full and grossly distended, but she was perfectly healthy.

There was simply a lot more of her than there had been.

Each of Lois Lane's breasts was the size of the abdomen of a woman full-term pregnant with triplets, the tear-drop shapes covered her arms, but there were no scars or stretch marks. Her areolas had stretched to the size of dinner plates, little more than a discoloration on the skin, but her nipples were unusually larger and puffier, sticking out erect and hard like thumbs.

At the sound of his voice, Lois Lane's eyes opened and focused on him.

"Smallville!" she said. "You wouldn't believe the night I had!"

Clark took off his jacket and gingerly laid it over Lois massive wobbling mounds.

"You can tell me about it," he said as he leaned down and scooped her up.

"I can walk!" Lois protested...and then she saw her breasts.

The day before, Lois Lane had stepped on the scale and read 125 pounds. If she tried that again today, she would have tipped 225 lbs...and most of that new weight was in pure tits.

"Let's get you checked out medically first," Clark Kent said, holding Lois in his arms as effortlessly as if she had weighed nothing at all. The reporter gave a soft '"moo" of pleasure as the warm wall of her right breast was crushed against his chest.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just moo?"

Lois Lane's face flushed as she worked to arrange his jacket to better cover her udders.

"Clark Kent, after the night I've had, I'll moo if I want to!" Lois Lane said indignantly...and then snuggled against him. He smelled really good to her today, for some reason...and though she knew nothing about the effects that her Kryptonian-modified anatomy were having on him, she could tell his walk was a bit stiff as he navigated her out of the ruined lab and past the wide-eyes firemen.

Lois attributed the stiff walk to her newfound mass. In fact, Clark Kent's Man of Steel was the reason he was having so much difficulty...he had always been a boob man, and it took all of his will not to make the most of this brief, titillating contact.

"You know Clark, a woman could get used to this," she teased him, her right hand reaching up to caress his neck. "Ever thought about carrying a girl across the threshold."

"Only one," he said with a grin.

"Oh?" Lois Lane's curiosity was piqued. "Who?"

He looked at her then, just as he stepped into the sunlight of a new day...and she saw the black S-curl on his forehead, the light flared off of his glasses as they slipped down to the bridge of his nose...and sudden revelations came to her, all at once.

"Oh," Lois Lane said.

"Let's just say," Clark Kent said with a grin. "That I will happily carry you anywhere you want to go, Miss Lane."

So he did.