End: Show Them Off

"Tits like these deserve to be shared," Angelica Blaze said as she washed the last of the shampoo from the blonde reporter's hair. "Don't you agree?"

"Shared," Lois repeated, lifting and squeezing her tits.

"With breasts like yours, you could be a model," Blaze said. "Or a stripper."

"Stripper," Lois said.

"Imagine being up on the stage...taking off your clothes. Rubbing your ass against the poll. All those eyes on you. Shaking those great jiggly tits. Humping the poll while they whistle for you. Backing up near the edge of the stage, while they slide money into your panties...anything to touch you..."

"Touch me," Lois almost moaned the word, crushing her breasts, which were too big for her hands.

"And in the backroom...the VIP lounge...you could give the very special clients their own private dance. Grind your ass against their crotches. Feel their hard cocks through their pants. Maybe, if they pay a little extra...you'll give them a little extra."

"Extra," Lois bit her lip. Blaze shut off the water. "Fuck."

"That's right. After all, that's what they're paying for, right? Your big tits in their face...and around their cocks...and doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Fun," the bimbo said, still squeezing her tits as Angelica led her toward the lockers. "Sounds like fun."

Lois was in a daze, barely able to keep her hands off of herself as Angelica Blaze toweled her off. In one of the lockers were all of the reporter's clothes from earlier that night...except there was no bra, because it wouldn't fit now anyway, and her jacket wouldn't zip up all the way, not with her big tits.

"There's a titty bar, not far from here, the Daily Poon" Angelica said, slipping a card into the reporter's pocket. "The owner will be glad to have you. Think of it as a new career. So much more fun than reporting, don't you think?"

"Yes," Lois said. She shook her head, blonde hair shining. Feeling a little more like...well, not her old self, but less dazed and confused. The former reporter looked down at her tits and traced a nipple, clearly visible through the white shirt. "I'll need a new wardrobe."

"Of course," Angelica said as she led the reporter upstairs. Arm in arm, they slipped out the back alley, avoiding the club. "Some clear heels, some lingerie...you'll need new bras, of course...maybe some crotchless panties...doesn't that sound like fun?"

Lois Lane, soon to be the Daily Poon's Greatest Stripper, smiled.

"Yes, it does."

What would become of Lois Lane on her new career, and what her friends and loved ones would think of her transformation, and whether anyone would rescue her—if she ever needed rescue—that is another story. For the night was almost at an end...and Lois Lane walked the streets of Metropolis with her head held high, her big breasts bouncing, smiling to herself as she saw the stares of men and women as she jiggled and shook her way to the Daily Poon.