End: Lois Lane's Tits Grow Exponentially

E = mc^2.

Lois Lane had heard the famous equation almost her entire life. It was the punchline of cartoons, the shorthand for genius. A simple, elegant, yet profoundly important equation of the interrelation between mass and energy. One of those things that event people who know nothing about physics can grasp the essence of, yet only those who truly study the subject and understand it deeply can fully appreciate the full ramifications.

Until, that is, a practical experience puts things into perspective.

The rod flared. Glowing cracks appeared along the surface. It burst in a flash of light. Lois Lane's body was inundated with cosmic energies.

Energy is mass.

Yet the last thought that Lois Lane had before it happened was:

Why are my tits rumbling internally?

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter knew nothing about the technology of New Genesis and Apokalips, how subtle patterns shaped and molded the energy to achieve miraculous effects. How a mere mortal could become, in effect, like a New God.

For Lois Lane, it felt as though twin suns had come to rest in the center of her already-swollen breasts. An impossible heat burned her up from within. All that energy had to go somewhere...and whether it was part of the pattern of the device, or some **** desire on Lois Lane's part, her breasts began to swell, to dissipate the excess energy she had absorbed.

The reporter was thrown up toward the ceiling as her breasts suddenly pushed forward with sufficient **** to knock Granny Goodness to the floor. Hundreds of pounds of soft, nigh-invulnerable tit-flesh engulfed the Apokaliptan and crushed her to the floor. The naked, hairless reporter wobbled helplessly as her tits continued to grow. She caught sight of Granny's face, a mask of anger, pain, and fear...and then the soft, pale flesh swiftly rolled over her. Lois could still feel Granny there, unable to get the leverage to wiggle free.

Meanwhile, the heat within Lois Lane's tremendous tits continued to burn, and her breasts continued to grow, to use up or dissipate the tremendous energies. The reporter gasped as nerves and blood vessels, fat and muscle, skin and ligaments grew and grew with superhuman rapidity. Balanced ungainly atop two titanic tits, each the size of an SUV, the reporter groaned as her bare back crashed into the ceiling of the room.

Yet her breasts kept growing. Pressed against the ceiling, supported only by her bodacious bosoms, Lois Lane was dimly aware that the heat in her breasts was less intense as the soft tissue filled every nook and corner of the room. She let her arms and legs rub against the now truck-sized tits, and mused grimly that she was now little more than a life-support system for her breasts. A part of her wondered if she would ever walk again.

Or if someone would find her before she starved to ****.

The reporter wasn't sure when she fell asleep. Yet when the ceiling lifted up off of her back, the reporter awoke. She blinked. It was not yet morning, though the sky had turned to midnight blue. Above her, she saw a familiar pair of red boots float in the air above her.

"Superman!" Lois said.

"Just a moment, Lois," the Man of Steel's voice said from beneath her. "I had to, um, ask for a little help with your predicament."

A green glow covered the reporter...and then she saw a pair of Green Lanterns, John Stewart and Jessica Cruz, their rings ablaze. Slowly, Lois felt herself rise from the room she had been trapped in...and became aware of what was really happening.

Superman, Supergirl, Power Girl, and Wonder Woman each held up a corner of the building. Four Green Lanterns—Lois twisted around to see Hal Jordan and Guy Gardner—had combined their rings to create a massive brassiere to hold the reporter's bosoms and lift her out of the hole. From her perspective, the hairless reporter couldn't exactly see the true extant of her tits, but she was dimly aware that the terrible heat had dissipiated...and her tits hung beneath her, huge and globular. Each one seemed to her to be as big as the bronze globe atop the Daily Planet building.

"Wait!" The reporter said. "Granny Goodness! She was under me, when I..."

"We've got her!" Came a distant shout. Lois Lane craned her neck, but couldn't see who was talking.

"Big Barda," Superman said when he realized the reporter's predicament. "And Scott Free. They have her in custody...although it looks like she's suffering some crush injuries."

"I'm a little jealous," Power Girl admitted as the Green Lanterns floated Lois Lane over the street. The reporter blushed as she saw the pedestrians point and stare. She cast a shadow over the street as though a pair of dirigibles passed by.

"We can get the Atom to enlarge a bra for her," Wonder Woman added in. "Or perhaps re-purpose some sails."

"Not helping, ladies," Superman admonished.

As soon as Lois was clear, the four Justice Leaguers set the building back on its foundations. Then Superman came to float alongside her as the Green Lanterns floated her...somewhere.

"So...where are we going?" Lois asked. "I can't exactly fit back in my apartment like this."

"Batman's arranged for a Waynetech air hangar to be cleared for your personal use," Superman said. "We've got the super-science types there prepared to examine you...and some facilities and creature comforts if they can't, ah, return you to normal right away."

The reporter sighed at that. She wasn't sure how she was going to exercise like this. Or go to the bathroom. If she was stuck like this for any length of time, the reporter would basically be physically disabled. Utterly dependent on other people to take care of her. Not something that Lois Lane was looking forwards to. On top of that, her mission tonight was largely a bust; the Justice League had taken Granny into custody, but she had no idea if they'd found the missing women, or whomever Granny had been working with on Earth.

However...there was something in the way Superman said that which made Lois turn her head, as much as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his smile. The blush of color on his cheek as he watched her naked body beneath him.

"Enjoying the view?" She asked.

"I've never told you this," Superman said, as he dipped low. "But I've always been a bit of a breast man."

Now it was Lois Lane who smiled back at him...and she reflected that maybe her night out wasn't a complete loss after all.