End: Ten Gallons. Per Tit.

Lois Lane lay there, tits aching from the needles pressed deep into her nipples...and she watched, with strange fascination, as the glowing green liquid flowed down the tubes. Apprehension built within the reporter. Muscles tensed beneath the heavy, lead-lined blankets, and Lois instinctively began to work to slip her bonds.

She knew the moment the radioactive liquid exited the needles.

It burned.

The reporter's whole body tensed, her brain unable to process the sensation as the liquid X-Kryptonite flooded into her already altered tissues. Behind the leaden shield, the nurse monitored he flow rate, the amount of radioactive gel remaining. According to Lex Luthor's calculations, Lois Lane's altered physiology could absorb almost a liter an hour, per breast...and there were 75 liters of X-Kryptonite in the reservoir. A little over ten gallons in each tit.

The burning liquid flowed into the reporter's breasts...not into the veins, but into the tissues. Seeping into the cells and spreading outward from there. Deep within her breasts, a green glow could be seen, slowly growing as it diffused into her tissues...and the strange alterations altready done to the reporter's breasts reacted oddly to the specific radiations...fat cells raced through their growth cycles, splitting and multiplying. Milk glands swelled and began production. Muscle fibers thickened, suddenly approaching the strength of Superman himself...and the nerves began to extend through the new, rapidly growing tissues, sending signals to the reporter's pour, overloaded brain.

Lois Lane's nipples were stiff around the steel needles.. The barest breeze of the air conditioning raised gooseflesh on her slowly inflating tits...and the reporter could not suppress a moan. The bigger her breasts got, the more sensitive they seemed to be...

...and they were getting huge and heavy.

Minutes ticked by until the first hour had passed. The reporter's breasts sat on her chest like a pair of water balloons, now sagging, now growing taut, the skin shiny. The shape of the breasts changed as the radioactive goo shifted the growth. As the muscles on the underside of the breasts stiffened, the sagginess disappeared. The tits lifted free of the reporter's ribs, and stood tall and proud, jutting out above her body in defiance of gravity. Two massive half-tear drops, bigger than her head and glowing green from within.

Yet that was only the beginning. Lois Lane moaned and squirmed, her tits jiggling, the tremendous rubbing against each other sending electric shocks throughout the reporter's body, pussy spurting, Lois gasping as orgasm followed orgasm.

As she squirmed, body hot, tits two green suns burning throughout her body, Lois could not conceive of how big she was going to get. Ten gallons was a volume for aquariums and gas tanks in cars. Any normal woman, unprepared for this, would not be able to absorb this much liquid. Their body would go into shock, their skin would burst...and as the tits continued to inflate, Lois wondered if her tits might explode. Pain and pleasure mingled into one masochistic melange as the pressure built and built, the weight so great that Lois struggled to draw breathe....feeling that massive weight of her titanic tits crushing her slowly to ****.

Yet as the radioactive good diffused through her tits, some of it extended beyond her mammary tissues. Pectoral muscles gained superhuman strength, bones that should have been crushed, and integuments that should have torn were enhanced beyond the strength of mortal flesh and bone. As the reporter's nipples rose out of the reach of her arms, each tit now weighing nearly as much as Lois Lane herself had weighed at the beginning of her night out, she could only stare in amazement at the towering tatas.

Dawn broke over Metropolis as the X-Kryptonite tanks finally ran dry. The nurse, haggard and disbelieving, returned to the room. She adjusted the device Lois was strapped into, bringing the reporter into a seating position. Lois Lane's breasts filled her lap, the nipples extending past her knees. With shaky hands, the Black woman pulled the needles from the reporter's nipples....which were now the size of dinner plates, the pink nipples two inches in diameter and as long stiff.

There was no blood. Only a milky green liquid that oozed out of the wounds, which rapidly sealed. The Black woman noticed that the glow inside the breasts had dimmed as the reporter's metabolism quickly processed the last of the radioactive liquid.

Lex Luthor stepped into the room. No lead-lined garments for Lex. Lois stared at him dully, her violet eyes dilated. The reporter was exhausted. She looked down at what seemed to be an impossible amount of cleavage.

"Magnificent," he said after a moment. One hand pressed against the reporter's left breast...and sank down into the swollen tit, causing Lois to shudder and moan in ecstasy, her brain shutting off at the sudden stimulation. Green milk sprayed out onto his pants leg.

"That's enough for tonight, I think," Luthor said. His green eyes burned. "Tomorrow...oh, Lois. You will regret this night out, when you walked into my clutches!"

The villain allowed himself a laugh...and Lois Lane, little more than a life support system for her impossible breasts, nodded off. Luthor always had plans within plans...and little did Lois Lane know the power that came from her X-Kryptonite-enhanced form. The solar energy her great expanse of skin area could absorb...how suggestive she was as her intelligence was subject to so many orgasms...the odd properties of her milk...and Luthor would go on to use her as his ultimate weapon against Superman.

Yet that is another story. The story of Lois Lane's night out ends here, as a forklift slowly lifts her superhuman tits and carries her off to her chambers. To sleep, perchance to wet dream...