End: Lois Lane Is Curious What Will Happen To Jenny...

A part of Lois Lane knew she should stop this as the **** dealer held the handful of pills and dangled them over Jenny Dunlap's mouth. With her fingers still stuffed in her twat, the bimbo opened her mouth, tongue extended. A junkie looking for her next fix. Willing to do anything to get it.

Lois swallowed hard. She didn't get it. The bigger tits didn't seem like a fair trade for a melting brain. The reporter had talked with people that knew Jenny Dunlap before her disappearance. A bright young woman. Good grades. Smart. Not a stupid, big-titted bimbo that couldn't even count how many fingers she'd stuffed into her overeager pussy.

Except that's all that Jenny was now. As Blaze slowly turned her hand, Lois felt herself rooted in place. Unable to look away. Unable to stop them as small pink pills caught the light and fell, one after another, into the open cocksocket.

Jenny Dunlap gulped them down eagerly...and Lois Lane could feel it then. The curiosity. The need to know what would happen next. How it would affect her. Jenny was already so stupid, how could she get any dumber? What would happen to her?

Then Lois found out.

Jenny's eyes rolled up into her head, until only the whites showed. She began to stiffen, and then shake. Glowing pink veins lit up beneath her skin, in her temples, down her neck...into her tits. The reporter's mouth opened in shock as she saw the spare flesh of the young woman grow tight around her muscles, but the tits...the tits ballooned. Slowly, steadily, the skin grew taut and shiny, the aching nipples erect and swollen until they looked like they would explode. The one-piece swimsuit stretched as the tits pushed past E-cups..G-cups...Lois couldn't even guess the band size as the material suddenly split, and the fat tits burst into view.

Not that Jenny cared. She collapsed onto the floor, hands still buried in her muff, quivering gently. Lois shut her mouth as she saw the idiot grin spread across her face, the straw-blonde hair seemed to grow longer before her eyes, the lips softly swelled into perfect dick-pillows. A thin trickle of blood and liquid neon pink oozed from one nostril, and the bimbo quivered on the floor, utterly oblivious.

"A little overdose," Blaze said. The big toe of the drugdealer's foot touched Jenny's knuckles, and immediately the bimbo began to buck and heavy and squirt. A high-pitched, girlish giggle escaped Jenny's limps as she spontaneously orgasmed. "Some of the girls, the ones who can still talk after, say it's like their brains melt and go straight into their tits. Of course, it has more effect on a woman who's already smart to begin with. More room to grow. Jenny here used to be quite...bright."

Lois Lane swallowed hard. Aware, suddenly, of how keyed up she was. Body in a state of panic or arousal, every muscle ready to fight, flight, or...

The reporter **** herself to straighten up. Keep in character.

"Well, it seems to work as you say. I'll...report on these findings. You'll be hearing from us."

Blaze smiled. Faster than Lois thought humanly possible, she was in front of Lois, her face less than an inch away. A hand gripped the reporter's right wrist, and another **** a small baggie of pills into her palm.

"Of course. I look forward to doing...business...with such an intelligent, capable woman like yourself in the future."

Then Blaze turned away, as though she had forgotten Lois existed. Lois blinked and took a step backward...but the **** dealer was standing over Jenny, her heel on the bimbo's hands, still stuffed in her cunt. Every time Blaze pushed her foot down, Jenny made a noise like a dog's squeaky toy mixed with a porn-star howl. The growth of her tits had slowed, but the funbags were each nearly as big as Jenny's head now, huge wobbling knocks, the nipples sticking out like obscene little antennas upon a pair of mountains convulsing during an earthquake.

Lois Lane stepped backward, pills clutched in her hand, unable to look away. She reached for the button blindly, found it...and it was a relief when the cage closed and locked the sight of Blaze torturing the poor young addict away from her sight.

All the way down the elevator shaft. Out of the club. Into the night. On her way home. Lois Lane thought on what she had seen and witnessed. One thought prevailed over all the rest. What Blaze had said about it working better on a woman the smarter they were.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was sure she was smarter than Jenny Dunlap.

Lois bit her lip and tried to ignore the phantom ache in her own breasts as she thought about them ballooning out, too much for her bra to hold, shirt ripped open by the expanding tit-flesh. Her fingers held the baggie of pills carefully. There were ten there. No, eleven. If she took one...just to try it...just to feel what it was like...

This was why Lois Lane didn't do ****. Because she knew of her own addictive nature. Yet curiosity ate at her, as she wandered back into her apartment with her terrible cargo. The little pink pills went on the center of the kitchen table. She poured herself a glass of water...and she noticed there was a hole in the bag.

One of the pills was loose. On the table. The reporter's mouth was suddenly very dry.

It wasn't like anyone would ever know...

...and somewhere, the demon Blaze laughed as Lois Lane was trapped in her own personal hell. The demon had no doubts where Lois would take the pill. She looked forward to the day the reporter came back to her, blonde roots showing in that raven-dark hair, tits spilling out of her biggest bra, **** for another hit.

Until Lois Lane lay at her feet, a perfect idiotic bimbo to twist to her whims.

Perhaps Blaze was right. Perhaps Lois Lane's curiosity would get the best of her. Yet that is a different story. For tonight, Lois Lane's night out was over.