End: Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Bustiest Reporter...and Stripper

LARGE LOIS STARS IN NEW POLE DANCING VIDEO SAME WEEK AS SHE WINS PULITZER

The reporter winced. She had a wikipedia page...but in this new, strange timeline, she also had a boopedia page. The first ten pages of search results in the standard search engines were a mix of her news articles and topless photos. Getting a career precis, much less real details of her life, sent the reporter off to various newspaper archives, scrolling through her own webmail, checking social media...gradually piecing together a much bustier history than she remembered.

Gynecomastia during puberty. Big bust modeling and stripping to pay her way through college. Her first break into journalism were in-depth pieces on the lives of sex workers, the porn industry, the scams that faced models in the fashion industry, stake-outs involving sex crimes with politicians...

A busty Lois Lane started her first day at the Daily Planet, supplementing her income with a website where she did nude modeling and masturbation. There was never any sense of...embarrassment about it. Large Lois accepted who she was, head-sized tits and all. She was a sexual person, even though she had never, as far as Lois could determine, gone all the way with having sex with another person on camera...but she had her own brand of poles for pole-dancing, and probably was the only Pulitzer winner who also had an Adult Video News award.

It was strange to see herself interviewing Superman while her tits threatened to spill out of a shirt that was obviously too small for it. Lois began to wonder at what her personal life must be like. Behind the smiles, the boobs...was Large Lois as lonely as itty bitty titty committee Lois had been? After she turned off the webcam for the night, did she sigh and run a hand over her massive mammaries and wonder when or if Superman would ever suck her nipples? Something inside of Lois, some echo of the new timeline overwriting her memories, told her yes.

But it doesn't have to be that way, Lois told herself. I mean...I've faced deadly dangers. Why don't I take that next step? Why didn't I try to find a lover?

Except a new and overriding anxiety occurred to the reporter: What if they only love me for my tits?

It was a line of thought that Lois had never gone through before...but she had seen how Power Girl had responded to her. Maybe she should ask her. After all, Power Girl had dealt with boobs this big her entire life. She could definitely...

"Aaagh!" Lois blinked as a sudden headache hit her. The screen seemed to swim before her eyes. It was like a ton of memories hit her all at once...her hand shook as she slid across the mousepad, and new images came up on the search...

Lois Lane...and Power Girl. The Big Busty Couple, the media called them. The reporter stared at the images of Karen and herself out on the red carpet at the AVN awards, in matching dresses as they went out to the club, dancing tit-to-tit at some ball...the two big busty women, one tall and muscled and blonde, the other shorter, thinner, darker, her massive matching mammaries looking even bigger on her slim frame.

The busty reporter could remember more than that. Nights of passion. The feel and heat of that slick, tangy pussy against her tongue. Karen's fingers rubbing against her lover's pussy in the shower. The little parties they had, when they oiled up each other's boobs and rubbed them against each other in little wrestling matches. Their relationship was something fulfilling for them both, and lately Lois had been thinking of asking Karen to marry her...

The reporter shook her head as the headache fled as fast as it had come. She was...a lesbian? Bisexual, at least. She was in a relationship with Power Girl. Had been. Already, her memories of her old life seemed distant and unreal. More Power Girl, less Superman. More of Karen...

It was hours later when Power Girl stepped back into the dressing room with Zatanna.

"Hey babe!" The blonde said. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes," Large Lois said as she stood up and gave her girlfriend a hug. "Let's go home. There's something I've been meaning to ask you..."

If she tried, if she really tried, Lois Lane could remember who she had been. The flat-chested lonely woman who had spent months celibate, and gone out to a club and found herself reshaped by her desires. Lois was sure that if she made enough of a fuss, she could probably convince the Justice League to fix the timeline, somehow.

Except she didn't want that. Not now. Lois Lane had seen how her life could be...and she had resolved to embrace it. A life as a big-bust model with an equally big and busty girlfriend.

"Karen," Lois said, when they arrived back at their shared apartment in Metropolis. "I was wondering if you ever thought about making our arrangement a little more...permanent."

The blonde blinked as she carried her lover across the threshold, from the balcony to the bedroom.

"You...what do you mean?" Power Girl said.

Lois smiled.

"I was jutht...sorry, just," Lois said, careful to enunciate, as she worked to avoid lisping. "...thinking you make me happy. Really happy. I...I want to marry you."

Power Girl smiled back at her.

"You know, if you had mentioned this back in Vegas we could have gotten married in one of those little chapels."

Lois Lane smiled back. "Oh no. I want everyone to see us. I've got an idea...and I'll be Playboy will pay us to handle the wedding photography!"

Which is how Lois Lane's night ended. In the arms of the woman she loved, dreaming big busty dreams. How differently her night might have gone, if she had made different choices...