Epilogue: Mo' Mass, Mo' Problems

"Oh my God. Look at her butt!"

Lois Lane ignored the comment. She had managed to get from the club and the exhausted demon back to her apartment, using a borrowed sheet as a makeshift toga. Once at home, she faced more immediate problems: hallways and doors that were too narrow for her dumptruck of a derriere, and a closet and drawers full of clothes that doesn't remotely fit her new ass or tits.

In the end, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had to take a few days off of work and dip deep into her savings to get an entirely new wardrobe—even there had been a bitter irony as she shoped the plus-plus-size stores that normally catered to obese women. While Lois was far from fat, her ass and hips were about four sizes larger than her tops.

The boxes had flowed in over the next few days, with Lois having to deal with impromptu sarongs to the mailbox until she could get a pair of pants big enough to contain her capacious ass. Food was ordered in too, and Lois spent a large part of the day doing squats and working the thigh-master through gams that would put most women body-builders to shame. The last thing she needed was to get really fat...

...and in truth, she spent more than a little while admiring her new curves. Squeezing her ass and tits. Admiring the jutting shelf of buttocks. Wondering what Superman would think of the new her...

...and then the toilet broke.

With great ass came great mass. Lois hadn't stepped on the scale, but she figured she had gained at least a hundred pounds of extra muscle in her hips, thighs, and buttocks...and her toilet, which had previously been more than adequate to all tasks, was now ridiculously small, presenting a challenge whenever Lois needed to do business. Lois knew that floor-mounted toilets were supposed to be able to hold a thousand pounds...but some of the wood underneath the bathroom floor and in the wall must have been rotten.

Which is why when Lois less-than-daintily planted her keister on the toilet seat, something underneath had buckled, and then a pipe had burst through the wall.

Thankfully, Clark Kent took that opportunity to visit. He had immediately seen the issue, and offered Lois to stay at his place—she was releived to find that his bathroom had a specially-constructed solid-steel toilet with a wide seat—and virtually turned his bedroom over to her. At least, until the plumbers and carpenters could finish remodeling her bathroom.

Of course, there were still the stares and whispers when Lois did finally get into the office. Clark, bless his gentlemanly heart, had ordered her an extra-wide chair for her desk, and called ahead and had them remodel her cubicle so that Lois didn't have to turn sideways to get into her own cube. A few of the gossipers in the office made noises when they heard that Lois was staying at Clark Kent's place...but everyone knew they were just good friends!

Or at least, Lois thought that, until the day after her return from work. She and Clark were sharing an elevator up to his apartment...she was eager to go home...and her left heel snapped as she leaned backward.

Her ass crashed into him as she felt backwards, and right then and there she felt, for the first time since her encounter with Blaze in the club, something hard and stiff hotdog her cheeks...and a little smile came to Lois Lane's lips as she thought of a way she might repay her dear friend for all his kindnesses.

"Are you alright, Lois?" Clark said, obviously not sure where to put his hands.

"My shoe," Lois said. "Let's just...make it back to your apartment..."

Immediately, instinctively, he scooped her up into his arms. Lois Lane's eyes widened. With her new mass, she had to be pushing two hundred and twenty-five pounds....and Clark Kent was built like a linebacker...but still, he showed not even the slightest hint of strain as he carried Lois down the hallway to his apartment door...and the whole way, she could feel his erection jab into her tremendous ass with each step.

He held her with one arm beneath the swell of her ass as he slid the key into the lock, and as soon as he had carried her across the threshold he closed the door with his foot and set her down—and Lois, her mind made up, leaned all the mass of her ass against them.

"Clark," she said. "What's poking into my ass?"

"Nothing," he said, trapped between the Daily Planet's greatest reporter and the door. Lois knew he was strong enough to move her, if he wanted to...but she smiled.

"It doesn't feel like nothing. You know Clark, ever since my...change...I've been worried about whether anyone would find me attractive."

"You're beautiful," he said, barely more than a whisper.

"Clark," she leaned against him and craned her neck against his chest. "Are you just saying that, or do you mean it?"

Their lips almost touched. She could feel his breath in her mouth. Pushed out her breasts as she gathered her arms behind his head and guided it down.

Big hands mauled her breasts through her shirt. His cock felt like a steel bar...and Lois Lane never could quite remembered how they got from the doorway to the bedroom. All she knew was that she was on her knees, naked, as he buried his cock between her massive cheeks...those big hands groped and fondled her breasts...and even Blaze had never pounded her pussy so long and hard, made her cheeks clap in great titanic waves, and it when at last Lois had enough, he had hugged her close and fallen asleep in her arms as his spunk dribbled out of her...

...and that was when Lois felt the almost-forgotten sensation of tightness as her already massive ass swelled just a little bit bigger. Yet that was a problem for tomorrow.