End: The Biggest Breasts In The World

Minutes stretched out as the devil pulled and kneaded at Lois Lane's breasts. Pulled the small handfuls until they hurt, thumbs and forefingers pinching the nipples, and then back again. The reporter endured it, her own hands gripped the edge of the bed. She closed to her eyes to blot out the image.

Growing up, Lois had been the last girl in her class to hit puberty. She had watched the other girls develop, and distinctly remembered the pangs of jealousy at seeing the taller girls with their real bras. Her face burned to think about the exercises she had used to do, the diets she had tried after her mother had died, hoping...for what? Even then, she didn't know. A sporty, lanky young girl. It had taken until her senior year to really start to develop...and even then she hadn't been one of the bigger girls.

Yet it had been okay. She had accepted herself. Her breasts might not have risen above a B-cup, but they were perfectly formed, high and symmetrical, with little pink nipples, just that tiniest hint of sag that suggested heft. Oh, like most women Lois had her wonderbras and had stared at the advertisements for breast augmentations...but she had never really considered it. Better to live with what she had than to be cut on.

And there was always that hope, in the back of her mind, about what children and pregnancy might bring. Lois Lane's mother's breasts had blossomed after she had gotten pregnant with her sister Lucy. The reporter remembered catching sight of her after nursing...the heavy blue veins beneath the skin that still looked swollen fit to burst. Often during the next few months Lois had heard her mother complain of breast pain, needing to nurse every five or six hours, more than Lucy could drink...

An ache started in the reporter's shoulders.

Lois realized the pulls were getting longer.

She opened her eyes.

Blaze's crimson fingers were at the end of the cycle, pulling at the reporter's nipples...but those nipples were now six inches from the reporter's chest. Lois stared down in disbelief at the black lightning sinking her flesh from the scarlet hands. Her breasts were bigger. They were getting bigger.

Now that she was paying attention, Lois could feel it too. A kind of pressure pushing at her tits from the inside. A feeling that the skin was too small. Growing ache in her back and shoulders...and as she watched, each pull of the demon's hands stretching her tits a little farther, the black lightning began to crawl up her shoulder blades.

"Strengthening your muscles and bones. Increasing the elasticity of the skin. No stretch marks. I want them to be...perfect."

Almost numb, Lois moved her fingers to her lap. She was stuck watching the black miracle taking place before her, moved beyond words. Blaze was still stretching the teats, but they were swelling too. Now when the demon gripped them near the base, she couldn't reach her hands all the way around them. The soft, sensitive skin overflowed her hands...not quite like dough or taffy. Something more solid, durable. Real skin and fat and meat, real breasts, swelling almost visibly, drinking in the dark lightning.

A trickle of fluid touched the reporter's fingers. She spread her legs a little wider, fingers exploring. Her pussy was leaking. Clit hard. Her breasts—her breasts—were sagging over the crimson wrists, nipples brushing the demon's biceps. Over a foot long. Her breasts were over a foot long, and getting heavy. Bulging, wobbly masses bigger than cantaloupes, but they didn't have the solidity of implants, it was like gigantomastia...just massive heavy milksacks, wobbling as the red hands slid back and forth, back and forth, so that Lois couldn't even see her lap.

Unseen, the reporter's fingers rubbed blindly at her slit. Her tits were so big...she had seen breasts like these before, but only on obese women. They were almost comical compared to her narrow torso, overshadowed her trim stomach, and yet she could feel the pressure building and building inside of them as one hand spread her pussy lips and the other began plunging inside the hot depths.

Something was happening near her nipples, and Blaze had stopped trying to stretch them. The Demon had a teat in each hand, the areolae almost as wide as her palms, pulling at the teats and the nipples like a cow's udders, squeezing and pulling, squeezing and pulling... A terrible expectancy built in Lois as her breath came in short pants. She could feel it about to happen, and her whole body was shaking.

The black sparks had stopped coming from Blaze's hands. It was just physical action now, pulling at the mammoth tits, which would have filled the reporter's lap has the demonic dickgirl not been lifting them. The vast valley of the reporter's cleavage seemed to run her entire torso, and two finger dug into her pussy, she was so close...

Golden drops appeared at the nipples...and Lois gave a little shriek of pure joy as thin white streams burst forth, spraying Blaze's face. Almost immediately, the demon brought the reporter's right nipple up to Lois Lane's mouth—the mammoth tit folding back on itself, sagging under its own weight—and Lois sucked eagerly, tasted her own warm milk as it filled her mouth. Even with the magic stopped, she could feel the pressure building...she needed to be milked.

Her thighs clenched together as white light seemed to fill her mind. The reporter fell back on the bed, toes curling into the carpet, and the massive weight of her new hooters sank on top of her and slid off to either side, her nipples pulled out of her mouth. Lois took several deep breaths—or at least tried to, but it was like having a pair of bowling balls strapped to her chest, and she could only gulp so much air.

When Lois finally lifted her head, she saw the size of her tits...which would hang around her waist if she ever got up. They were bigger breasts than any she had ever seen in her life. Bigger than her head. As big as the biggest in the world.

"I'm a freak," she said, in something like awe. "A big-titted freak."

Blaze reached over and pinked a nipple. Milk shot up in the air as Lois moaned in ecstasy.

"Yes, you are," she smiled. "But you'll help wean those women off of their addiction. And I'm sure a smart woman like you can come up with some explanation for your friends and family—I'm curious to see what Superman will say when he sees you like this!"

The demon laughed. Lois Lane didn't. Her thought was already on how her life would change—for despite everything else, she was still Lois Lane. Her long night out was finally at an end, but her story would continue. Now, with her massive milky tits, she was simply the Daily Planet's Bustiest Reporter.