Epilogue: Turning Heads

For the first time since she had hit puberty, Lois Lane caught people staring at her chest. In truth, she almost didn't mind it. Her new breasts still hurt, but Angelica massaged them daily, and the small incisions were already fading after Blaze had put some home remedy ointment on them. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was putting her best chest forward...and a part of her liked it.

Angie had picked out her girlfriend's outfit for the day. A comparatively conservative black skirt, black thong panties, a modest 34DD black bra with a front clasp, a jacket with a lower neckline than Lois normally wore, and which was fairly tight. Two-inch pumps...and the collar, of course. Lois had looked at herself in the mirror as Angie combed her hair. The dickgirl had been having Lois grow it out; though Lois would have preferred to get a haircut.

"You're beautiful, sweetmeat," Blaze said with that secret smile of hers. "Go turn some heads."

Lois did. Even her editor, Perry White, staggered as he caught sight of her. Cat Grant, of course, wanted specifics...and Lois satisfied her curiosity to a point.

"Were they expensive?" The gossip columnist asked. "I don't think our medical insurance covers that kind of surgery..."

"No, it doesn't," Lois said. "They were a gift from my...girlfriend."

Cat flashed a toothy grin. "Reaaaalllyyy..."

Mentally, Lois kicked herself. "Lesbian Lois Lane" was going to be around the building within an hour, if she knew Cat Grant. Lois looked over the gossiper's shoulder and spotted someone she hadn't seen in a month, and excused herself.

"Smallville!" she said, striding forward, suddenly conscious of how her bra felt too tight.

He stopped and flashed her a genuine smile. Their eyes met, and Lois knew he was the only one who wasn't starting at her augmented tits.

"What have you been up to?" She asked. "Tell me everything."

They talked. He seated in his chair, Lois Lane leaning against his desk. It felt good to just catch up...and even though she teased him, he claimed he didn't have any new girlfriends. Eventually they ran out of current events...and in the little comfortable silence, he asked the kind of question that Lois dreaded.

"Lois...I've noticed you've been wearing that collar lately," Clark said, his blue eyes falling to her neckline.

"A gift from my girlfriend," Lois said.

"Like your breast augmentation," he said.

"Yes," Lois said. She kept her voice neutral, but she could feel the hair rise on the back of her neck. She knew that if Clark asked about her love life, she'd tell him...she could tell him anything...but she realized she was anxious he would judge her.

"Were they...her idea?" his eyes rose to stare back into the reporter's eyes.

"What?" Lois said, and threw back her shoulders and sucked in her stomach to thrust out her chest. "Don't you like them?"

It was a mistake. The topmost button on the jacket had been hard enough to get through the hole this morning, and Lois Lane's outthrust chest stressed the fabric in ways it wasn't designed for. There was a ping as the plastic button burst free, hitting Clark's glasses...and then a flumph as Lois felt the clasp on her bra give way, her tits sudden falling forward, clearly defined against her blouse.

There was a crack in his glasses.

"Oh no...oh Clark, I'm sorry, I..." She said and reached for them...then she saw the glasses slip forward...a familiar S-shaped curl of dark hair fell across his forehead...and pieces slid into place.

The reporter's eyes widened in shocked recognition. He was...Superman.

How did I not see it? She thought to herself. All this time, and he was...and I'm...

He gave her a weak smile. "No harm done. I've got a spare pair..."

Lois Lane felt her heart hammer in her chest. All this time...it had been a joke that she was Superman's girlfriend, since in all the time she'd pursued the Man of Steel, they'd never formalized their relationship...and now here she was, involved with someone else, and the man of her dreams was right under her nose...and she'd just been showing off her new tits to him. The ones her girlfriend had bought her. That had to be salt in the wound.

"You...didn't answer my question," Lois said, and reached up to tug at her collar, which seemed suddenly tight. "Do you like my breasts? I could give you a better look...if you'd like."

He glanced, briefly, at her chest...still clothed in her blouse...and then he looked her in the eyes and gave her a sad smile.

"I'm sure they're very nice, Lois. But you should probably save that for your girlfriend."

A part of Lois died inside when he said that...but she wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"What kind of woman do you like, Smallville?" Lois asked. "Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? Flat justice? Big titties?"

A bit of color flooded his cheeks, and Lois allowed herself a little smile. Strange thoughts were filling her head...and she realized she was going to have to go shopping. Buy a few more revealing clothes. She was sure Angie would help her...even if she didn't need to tell the dickgirl exactly why.

After all, what her girlfriend didn't know wouldn't hurt her...would it?