End: ZZ-cup

In her life, Lois Lane had never worn anything above a 34B bra. The rest of the alphabet was a mystery to her. She'd never had cause to do more than stare longingly at the D-cups, and that was only if they were out of B's and she had to do the math of cup-size versus band-size.

Yet she had heard of women with seemingly impossible bra sizes. Women whose tits were vast, soft, sloshing masses hanging down from their chests, or who invested in massive implants and augmentations that defied gravity, big as basketballs. Lois Lane didn't like to think about how much time over her life had been spent looking at such massive chests.

Now, her eyes were focused on her own breasts.

"Aaah!" Lois gasped, shivering has her pussy spasmed again. Flat on her back as she was, the reporter's tits spread out like two great water ballons, with a gallon capacity each. They almost sloshed as Lois came, the skin rippling, and Lois could feel the weight on her chest, finding it so hard to breathe.

Behind the wall, Lois Lane's ass and pussy were raw...throbbing. The women had been licking, sucking, and touching her for hours. Delighting in each orgasm that came unbidden, not knowing that each moment of sexual excitement caused her tits to grow...and grow...until now they pinned Lois to the bench like a frog ready for dissection.

Blaze rose from where she had sat and watched, and passed by Lois with a smile.

"It's time," the demonic dickgirl said.

She passed through the door, and said a word...and finally, after long hours, the lips and tongues and fingers left Lois Lane's pussy alone. The door opened wide, and four women filed in...and Lois recognized the women she had come down to the club this week to find. Jenny Dunlap and Diana Reynolds, Mara de la Cruz and Tonya Wong...all of whom smiled, with their sticky chins and fingers drenched with Lois Lane's juices.

By unspoken agreement, two of them went to either side of her, their hot mouths open above the nipples. Small, soft hands grabbed at the reporter's ZZ-cup funbags and squeezed, and Lois gasped in pleasurable shock as warm streams of milk arced into their mouths. Mara de la Cruz massaged Lois Lane's thighs, and Tonya Wong knelt over the busty reporter and pressed her tongue into Lois Lane's mouth, and Lois didn't know why...until she felt something hard and long slide past her labia, and knew where Blaze had gone.

The reporter moaned into Tonya's mouth as Blaze's cock plunged home in the reporter's sensitive pussy...and Lois realized at last the trap she had fallen into. All those hours of lesbian attentions had been mere foreplay, priming the reporter's cunt so that it was slick and ready when the scarlet succubus finally chose to lay her pipe...and the four women took turns drinking her milk, pushing their tongues into her mouth so she could taste her own milk, keeping Lois pinned down as Blaze plunged her prick in and out, in and out, as the last customer went home and dawn finally broke over Metropolis...

...and when the women filtered out, their addictions broken but their souls already corrupted, Blaze came in. She was naked, her cock wet and dripping, and Lois was nearly **** as the demon lifted her crimson cock and smeared the last dribble of her jizz across Lois Lane's lips.

"Our night together is ended, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "I hope you enjoy your new breasts. They may come...in handy."

Lois Lane didn't catch her meaning...but drifted off into a strange slumber, as demonic jizz seeped out of her well-fucked cunt, and milk dribbled out of her massive mounds. There would be time tomorrow for recriminations...regrets...and to search for a store that sold ZZ-cup bras.