End: More Breast Than Woman

Lois Lane told herself she was doing this for the other women. As her breasts swelled, growing bigger and heavier, black lightning pouring from Blaze's hands and soaking into her expanding bustline, the reporter told herself that this was so that she could lactate, so that the women would be freed from their addiction to the demon's cum.

Yet in truth, as her grapefruit-sized breasts continued to slowly expand, approaching the size of coconuts, the reporter had to admit: a part of her wanted this. Wanted to see how big she would get. All of her life, Lois Lane had been relatively flat-chested, barely an A-cup, never more than a palmful. Diet, exercise...Lois wanted to be thin, and that had meant small breasts. As a young woman she had looked up conditions of sudden massive breast growth—gigantomastia, breast hypertrophy—and though the results were almost always ugly, misshapen, lump and un-erotic, she had envied those women far more than the ones who simply went out and bought their big, round, spherical fake tits.

Yet now here she was, sitting on the bed as the scarlet succubus's hands roamed over her growing tits, pumping demonic energy inside of her, making fat cells grow, divide, and grow again...skin to stretch...milk glands to start to express. Lois Leaned back, staring down at a pair of honeydew melons on her chest, sort of breathless and excited. They were still riding high, where normal breasts would have gone fat and shapeless and saggy, yet they didn't look fake. They looked like normal breasts built on a bigger scale, consuming more and more of her chest. Even the nipples were bigger, thicker, darker.

"Extra calcium deposits to reinforce the bone...bulk up those pectoral muscles..." Blaze mumbled under her breath.

Lois could feel the increased weight of her bosom every time she breathed. Blaze was going slow, but Lois could almost see the obsession in the demon's face. The way her eyes were locked on the reporter's growing tits. More than that, the swelling was no longer slow and steady...instead, Lois would feel a sense of pressure growing, and the breasts would wobble, seeming to build up...and then, with a sort of breathless explosion, they would surge forward an entire inch, maybe more.

After two such "breast surges" Lois Lane's juggs were the size of volleyballs—but much heavier. The reporter looked at each tit, as big as her head, and breached the topic she had been putting off.

"Uh...I think this is big enough, don't know."

"Bigger." Blaze whispered, and her rock-hard cock gave every indication as to why.

"How big?" Lois said, trying to sit up farther, and feeling her back and shoulders scream in pain at the sudden and unexpected shift in her center of gravity. "I mean, any bigger than this, and I'm going to be a freak."

"Bigger," was all that Blaze could say.

Lois shuddered through another growth spurt. Even in-between the sudden blossoming of her increasingly unwieldy tits, Lois noticed that her breasts never stopped swelling. They were constantly, if slowly, expanding, only for the sense of anticipation to build up inside of her until they reached some internal limit and the breasts bulged out once again.

By the time that each breast was the size of a regulation basketball, Lois knew she had to do something. Blaze was rapt, utterly unable to stop herself, and any bigger and Lois had serious doubts about her ability to live a normal life. Planting her legs against the side of the bed, the reporter heaved herself forward, toward the demon...

...and almost immediately crashed against her, sending them both to the floor as her breasts, now in direct contact with the demon's hands, surged, and surged and surged.

The reporter was on top, her now medicine-ball sized breasts nearly eclipsing her view of the demon, though she could still feel Blaze's hands hugging her expanding knockers. The hard length of Blaze's erection was rubbing against her pussy—and the reporter snorted that it would have been all too apt if she had fallen directly on the crimson cock, if she were in a porno. As it was, her breasts were each the size of a pregnant woman's belly if she was full-term, and still spreading, threatening now to cover the demon's face.

"Come on, Blaze! this isn't funny! I can't even move!"

Which wasn't entirely true. Her upper torso was locked by gravity and the mass of her growing breastflesh to the ground, but Lois could still move her ass around...and the reporter figured that maybe she could turn that to her advantage. She lifted her ass and wiggled her butt until she could feel the tip of Blaze's dick rubbing at the entrance to her pussy.

"C'mon...we can have some fun...just...leave my girls alone...you want this pussy, don't you?" Lois said.

If the reporter's breasts were pregnant, they'd be full-terms with twins...and Lois could feel another growth spurt beginning. With a sense of desperation, the reporter made up her mind and sat on the hard cock, driving the scarlet shaft as deep inside her tight cunt as it could go. Beneath her, still visible as the creeping breast flesh slowly obscured her face, the demon's pure-white eyes widened.

Panting and sweating from the effort, back muscles straining more and more every instant as ounces of breastflesh built up into pounds, Lois Lane bounced n the cock as hard and fast as she dared...and Blaze hugged her tits tighter, milk leaking out of nipples that were now nearly as long as Lois Lane's thumb. It was like a dam had burst inside the reporter's tits and no matter how much spurted out in thin yellow-white streams, the tits were still growing, steadily but slowly, and Lois could feel the surge building up inside of her, one more growth spurt...but a big one, the biggest of all of them.

She slammed her cunt down on the cock, feeling her own need for release warring with her need for Blaze to cum, for the ejaculation to clear the demon's head, to just...fucking...stop...

Too late, Lois Lane felt her own body head over the edge. It was too much all at once. Her cunt clamped down, her tits suddenly exploded outward to completely cover the demon's face, and Lois was shrieking, yelling, swearing, humping, through the back pain, through the milk puddling on the carpet, through the sweat and tears that streamed from her face, and she kept riding that crimson cock straight through the orgasm without even noticing Blaze's hug suddenly going limp, the black lightning fizzling out, the harms falling against the floor to lay still.

By the time Lois came down from her climax, and the limp dick fell out of her pussy, a fresh black load oozing from her sore but satisfied cunt, the reporter could rest her hands on her breasts...each of which had to weigh at least sixty pounds, as big as the belly of a woman pregnant with octuplets.

And I was only 115 pounds when I weighed myself this morning, Lois thought to herself as she panted in sudden peace. 120 pounds of breasts...I'm technically obese...

"Sorry baby," Lois whispered to her unborn child as she heard someone pounding on her apartment door, no doubt brought by the screaming. "You're mommy's a big-titted slut. The biggest big-tit slut in the whole world. More breast than woman."

The reporter smiled. Crazy as the night had been, she was somehow at peace with that.