End: Raven Arrives To Save The Day

Lois Lane turned to see a billowing purple cloak...and nestled within the dark folds, face half-hidden by the voluminous hood, was a supple body contained in an almost skin-tight unitard, a belt of gems hanging about the flared hips. The reporter bit her lib, embarrassed at her state of undress...and by her focus on the young woman's breasts.

She remembered, in college, when all the girls who hadn't got breasts in high school had finally blossomed...and the freshman fifteen often brought with it another cup size or two. How the thin little girls started to pack on a bit of flesh. Not to get fat, but just...blossoming into womanhood. Lois Lane's mouth went dry as she stared at the quivering orbs that seemed to strain against the fabric, her lipples flexed against the improvised ball-gag-bra...

With a gesture, the lock for the door opened, and the glass panel slid aside. Raven floated in, an inch above the floor..and that was when Lois noticed how short she was, an inch or two shorter than Lois herself. Pale fingers drew back the hood...and Lois saw, for the first time, those violet eyes that were as fixed as the reporter's breasts as Lois Lane's were on hers.

"I see the problem," Raven said, her voice flat, affectless. "You are Lois Lane. I am Rven of the Titans."

"How...how do you do?" Lois said, and stepped forward...only she stepped too far, and her breasts bumped against Raven's. The reporter gave a little gasp, her breasts so sensitive as they pressed against hers, the hungry lipples gnawing...

"Yeah, no," Raven said.

An unseen **** threw Lois to her side and against the bed. Raven gestured, and the bedsheets folded themselves into ropes that bound arms and legs.

Then the twenty-something young woman disappeared into Lois Lane's kitchen. Instinctively, Lois tensed and tried to free herself...she heard the door of her refrigerator open, and then the young woman came out, holding the small ham that the reporter had bought for tomorrow's dinner.

Raven flicked her eyes, and the ball gag bra snapped. Lois gasped and looked down at her chest.

"No! That was...they'll..." The reporter said.

"I know. You encountered a demon. She corrupted you with her essence, and turned you into a lipophage. A low-level hybrid entity. You now have a new hunger you will need to learn to sate. If you do not control yourself, you will feed on other people. If you do that, I will be **** to destroy you. Fortunately, there are...alternatives."

Raven's eyes flashed. The ham cut itself in two. Lois noticed that it was a particularly fatty one...she never spent much on better cuts of meat...the young woman took a half of ham in each hand and pressed them against the reporter's nipples.

Lois Lane bucked. Heaved. The needle-like teeth from her lipples sank into the fatty meat...and as they fed, Lois groaned and moaned, a sensual ecstasy that had her hips bucking, pussy damp and dripping...and the pink ham deflated, shrank and shriveled as every molecule of fat was sucked from it, and the reporter's swollen breasts great taut and full...

...and for a moment, Lois Lane's terrible hunger was sated.

"That should hold you for about twelve hours. I'll help feed you over the coming days. Until you are able to control your urges." Raven said.

One pale hand lay on the bound reporter's chest, just below her sternum. Lois swallowed hard, still aroused as Raven ran her hand up until the fingers circled her left tit. Raven squeezed slightly...and the lipples opened, chunks of raw meat stuck on the fangs, a milky drool oozing from the gaping hole. The young woman observed the little fangs with a professional detachment.

"It will not be...entirely unpleasant...for either of us," Raven said.

That was how Lois Lane's night ended. Naked, tied to her own bed, at the mercy of this young heroine...and oddly excited at the prospect, even given her new, monstrous tits.

"Okay," Lois Lane said.