Epilogue: Bigger Problems

Morning came, two weeks later. Lois Lane crawled out from between her naked lovers. At the edge of the bed, she winced as bare feet landed on discarded junk food wrappers. Ivy had pre-rolled three blunts the night before, and Lois picked up one of them and a lighter. Flick, flick, flame spouted. The reporter brought the marijuana cigarette to her lips and puffed, drawing in the smoke...sighed aloud...and pushed herself to her feet.

Kicking her way through the detritus of two weeks of midnight runs to Taco Bell and Dunkin Donuts, Lois stood in the doorway to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.

Her tits were bigger. Before, they had been swollen cantaloupes, heavy and jiggly...but that had been mostly water weight, at least that's what she thought now. Because her tits...they were tits, not breasts...hung on her chest like melons. The stretch marks were still there too, but who cared when she had a pair of cannonballs hanging off her chest? The reporter shook her head and stood on the scale.

This was her little ritual, the one she had started every day. Get up, weigh herself. Two weeks ago, Lois had been 120. Now she was 125...and she swore, really swore, that it was all going to her tits. Her stomach was still flat, and she could even see her abs which she couldn't before. The muscles on her arms and legs were more defined. The only part of her that was soft and jiggly was her ridiculous boobs...

The muscles in her shoulders were more pronounced too. Lois had tried doing some yoga with the girls, but what she needed was weight-lifting. Her back hurt all the time now. There were times when she was laying in bed on her back, between Pam and Harls, and her tits would just sag to either side and both of her girls would be touching her lovers at once.

A stealthy finger sliding up her pussy made the reporter jump.

"Dammit, Harleen..." Lois said, without animosity, holding onto the reefer with her lips.

The pale blonde spun Lois around and pinned her shoulders to the wall. Lois sucked on the marijuana cigarette hard, ash burning...pulled it from her lips but keeping them closed tight...and her pale lover moved in for the kiss. The warm, THC-laden smoke shared between them. Lips locked tight, Harley sucking in as Lois breathed out. Those small, tight titties mashed hard against the big fat pillows hanging from the reporter's chest.

Down between her legs, the woman's fine fingers were rubbing the reporter's pussy. They didn't actually go in for penetration too much. Not with fingers. Toys, occasionally, and tongues...but mostly what the three of them had found out was that penetration didn't do much for them. Clits, asses, mouths, and tits....they loved her tits...

"Morning, loves," Ivy said, her red hair wild and covering one eye. She slid in next to them, one hand on each of their asses as she pressed in. The others turned smoke billowing from their mouths, tongues extended. It wasn't really possible for all three of them to kiss at once, but that didn't mean it wasn't fun to try...and for a little while they lost themselves in the moment. Kissing and being kissed.

Until Lois was braced against the sink, smoking the last inch of the reefer, brain buzzing fiercely from the **** as Harley prepared the enema and Ivy knelt down to lick her pussy, which had begun to get overgrown since Lois hadn't trimmed her bush in the last two weeks. Ivy liked it that way, liked the way the dense black hair held the reporter's smell.

"I have work tomorrow," Lois said aloud. "My tits have only gotten bigger. What am I going to do?"

"I was thinkin' we could fist each other," Harley said. "Y'know, we all clean ourselves out real good, and get some oil, and I can fist Ives and she can fist you and you can fist me, and we just fucking fist our assholes until we all cum together."

"It's a good plan," Ivy said, and nuzzled her nose against Lois Lane's clit. "But I think she was talking about her breasts. The continued growth is odd...and you haven't gained an ounce of fat, anywhere else. I think we'll need to run some tests...maybe I can reverse it. But in the meantime, Lois, I think you're just going to have to live with being the Daily Planet's Bustiest reporter."

Lois sighed...and stubbed out what little was left of the cigarette in the sink.

"I just don't know what I'll do if these things keep getting bigger."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," Harley said as she lubed up the enema bulb. "The twins won't be lonely! We'll stick with ya, won't we Ives?"

"Oh yes," the red-haired villain said, curling the reporter's pubes around one finger. "I don't think you'll get away from us, Lois Lane!"

The reporter grinned. In truth, aside from her steadily growing tits, she hadn't minded the last two weeks lesbian vacation one bit...but tomorrow was Monday, and she had to go back to her real life.