Epilogue: Supertits

"Even the Justice League is powerless before me!" The Mighty Endowed said. A peel of mad laughter echoed across the battlefield that had been Metropolis Stadium.

Lois Lane, ducking out of sight in the press box, was watching the affair on the screen. She didn't normally cover the sports beat, but the Justice League and Teen Titans had agreed to an exhibition match, and the studio had been packed. Everyone had been waiting as the national anthem played...

...when a pair of tits staggered onto stage. That was literally how Lois had thought of her, as she stared at the screen: the breasts were the size of prize pumpkins, so massive that they completely overshadowed her torso, jutting out unnaturally...and they glowed. A great golden light that filled the stadium, utterly blinding...and even the assembled heroes were rapt with attention, their wills instantly caught by the power of those enormous bosoms.

The reporter had only been looking at the screen, and thus missed the wave of hypnotic power that washed over the entire stadium. Fifty thousand people grew eerily quiet, men and women breathing through their mouths in unison, totally enslaved by the woman who declared herself "Mighty Endowed."

A quick search on her smartphone brought up a wikipedia page: a minor villain whose breasts had some sort of mind-control effect, but which were so massive she couldn't walk unaided. As Lois checked the ongoing footage, she could see that Mighty Endowed had overcome this little handicap with the aid of some kind of powered exoskeleton: a black mechanical wrapped around her legs, provided an artificial spine, lifted and presented her enormous breasts. Lois could barely see the nipples through the shining glow that seemed to emanate from deep within each tit; even through the television screen it made her head ache...and more worryingly, Lois could feel a tingle inside her own chest.

Not now! Lois thought, closing her eyes and quickly working through that meditative exercise that Zatanna had taught her. Even after all these weeks, Lois still had to guard herself against stray twinges of desire, for fear of her body rapidly shifting to accommodate them. It had been hard enough showing up at the office with ehr enhanced bust, and explaining it away as weekend surgery...enduring the stares and jealous whispers of the people in the building that called her a bimbo for turning her B-cups into D-cups...but she had persevered.

Lois...Lois Lane...can you hear me...

The reporter looked around, to see the source of the voice...but there was nobody here except the other reporters in the press box, and they were all slack-jawed idiots, hard cocks tenting their pants, totally enslaved to the pair of tits down there who was in full villainous monologue mode about her grand plan.

Which was when Lois realized that the voice was in her head.

She closed her eyes and thought: Yes?

This is J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter. I am speaking to you telepathically.

Okay, Lois thought. I read you.

Few minds have escaped the thrall of this Mighty Endowed. Even I cannot fight her influence for much longer. You must save us.

What can I do? Lois said. If I call the police, they'll just get caught by her power! Is there some other super-person I can call?

You have the power, Lois, J'onn said. Zatanna told me of your power...how you transformed yourself to take on the forms of others.

Lois blushed. Yes, I can let my breasts grow to ridiculous sizes, but I don't see how that helps.

You do not understand. When you take on the attributes of another, you replicate more than just their outward appearance. You take on everything else about them as well, the Martian insisted. If you had the breasts of Power Girl, those breasts would be as invulnerable as her own. Zatanna did not tell you that because she feared it would increase your desire for your new attributes.

The reporter blinked. So you're saying...if I take on this Mighty Endowed's breasts, I gain her hypno-boob powers?

Exactly, the Martian said. And she is immune to her own powers, so you would be immune to them is well. If you mimic Wonder Woman, you should be able to carry them without the need for the cumbersome exoskeleton. I will try to guide...while I can...

The mental "voice" was fainter. Yet Lois "listened" as intently as she could. It wasn't unlike the meditation that Zatanna had taught her. Cross-legged on the floor, Lois let her body and mind relax...and her eyes fixed on the figures of Wonder Woman and Starfire. Mighty Endowed had the heroines scrapping in a catfight for her own amusement, and the reporter let her eyes linger on the tall, muscular body of the Amazon princess...those broad shoulders, the obvious muscles moving beneath the pale skin.

It was almost too easy. The reporter's pussy tingled...and then it spread, all over her body. Lois felt her whole body just sort of swell. Hard muscles bulged, her spine popped as inches were added to her height, and the sleeves of her shirt and legs of her pants burst as her biceps and forearms, thighs and calves swelled to twice what they had been a moment ago. Lois clenched and unclenched her fists. She wasn't sure she was as strong as Wonder Woman, but she felt strong. Now the other part.

Lois stared at the Mighty Endowed's breasts. It was more than just their size that struck her. It was how they seemed like the breasts of a giant, placed on a smaller woman's chest. The bottom of the breasts were level with her ribcage, the highest part just below her collar. She seemed less like a woman than a life support system for a massive pair of tits, the huge areola as big as dinner plates, the nipples small by comparison, but only by comparison—they were each still as long as Lois Lane's thumbtips, and twice as thick.

The tingle in the reporter's pussy deepened. She could feel her breath quicken as she imagined what it would be like to have such massive breasts...and her own enhanced boobs began to tingle...and then swell. Her shirt tented out, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed as Lois felt the base of her tits grow to cover more of her chest. The fabric strained...pulling apart as the buttons strained for dear life...and one by one, the white threads tore, and the buttons popped off, revealing the great creamy pink expanse of cleave. More...and more...until they were bigger than Power Girl's, bigger than Lois Lane had been at her biggest...until they were resting in Lois Lane's lap as she sat there on the floor, and if she stretched out her arms she could not completely cover the nipples.

Then they began to glow...

It was a cold light, and there was one deep inside each breast. Lois could feel the power, though she did not understand it. The light was streaming out from within, like a flashlight pressed up against the hand, it was like she was plugged into some impossible, endless source of power that was flowing through her, and it required no effort on her part at all. A great golden light flashed out from her bosoms...and the men in the press room shivered, shook, and turned to her.

Lois Lane arose, as a mountain might form. Her Amazonian physique was the equal to carrying these massive tetons, though there was barely anything left on her by way of clothing. She turned, surprised at how easily she was carrying these massive breasts, which swung in front of her as though she was carrying two beanbags.

"Alright, 'Mighty Endowed,'" Lois Lane said aloud. "Let's see how I measure up!"

The new heroine launched herself through the window of the press box...glass shattered off of her invulnerable skin...and from the center stage Mighty Endowed looked up as a new, light burst upon the arena, fifty thousand pairs of eyes raised to this competing sun—which fell down upon the stage like a falling star.

"Wonder ****!" the villain crowed. "Deal with this big-breasted bitch!"

Wonder Woman, standing over a defeated Starfire, took a step...and then paused, lost in rapture.

"If you want to deal with me," Lois Lane said, balling up her fists and raising them above her enormous and unwieldy rack. "Then do it yourself!"

The reporter charged. Her new breasts bounced as she ran, and the eyes of the Justice League followed every wobble and jiggle. Lois Lane did know how to fight, but not with these massive gazongas in the way. Not that it mattered very much: Mighty Endowed had a pair of targets that were impossible to miss.

The reporter's left hook sank into the villain's right tit like trying to hit a waterbed; Lois could actually see the wave of the impact flow through the pale, glowing breastflesh, and parts of the mechanical exoskeleton broke off. Mighty Endowed howled in pain.

"You punched me in the tit!" The villain screamed like a cat, lunged forward...but the exoskeleton was not as agile as Lois Lane's Amazonian technique. The reporter sidestepped, rotating her torso to swing her breasts out of reach—and her leg caught out, catching the Mighty Endowed's ankle. The momentum of the top-heavy woman's charge immediately sent her on a downward plunge.

"Oh fuck!"

There was a crash, the splinter of breaking wood...and the light of Mighty Endowed's breasts was quickly hidden. She had fallen face-first on the stage, and her massive tits had broken through the stage. The villain attempted to pull herself up, but was unable to get enough leverage to do so. Like a turtle knocked on its back.

Lois quickly grabbed a nearby banner and draped it around her own mammoth mammaries. Once the golden glow was sufficiently diminished, the hypnotic effect quickly faded...Lois could hear people come out of the trance, a chorus of sighs, cheers, and exclamations...and the assembled superheroes were walking towards her, Superman at the front.

"Lois!" he said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm just fine, Superman," Lois said. "Just getting used to these new powers."

The green form of J'onn J'onzz came into view. "Indeed. You performed admirably. We are in your debt."

"So, the birth of a new superheroine," Wonder Woman said. "What do you want to be called?"

Lois Lane smiled. There really was only one name that fit.

"Call me...Supertits."