Fight Back

Lois struggled against the passivity that seemed to envelope her. She was the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter not some...some...cow!

"Let go of me!" The reporter said, fairly ripping her breasts out of holding device, out of the nurse's hands. Maria, who had been leaning too close, got a face-full of the reporter's enhanced boobs, the massive mammaries slamming into her with enough **** and mass to send the young woman flailing backward.

Maria's head hit the wall with a hard crack, and she slid down to the ground utterly boneless.

The nurse reached for something on her lapel, and Lois heard her say: "Code red, I repeat code re—"

Lois Lane's fist caught the nurse on the jaw. The woman's head snapped back like it was on hinges, her whole body crumpling to the floor. The blow would have been a thing of beauty if Lois, caught off-balance by the weight of her own tits, didn't trip and land right on top of her.

"Dammit," the reporter swore. She didn't know if the nurse's emergency call had gone through or not, but she was certain of one thing: she couldn't stay here.

With effort, Lois heaved herself to her feet, leaning back to try and account for the new weights hanging from her chest, shoulders already starting to ache from carrying them around unsupported. It was like carrying a couple of bowling balls around in her bra—and she wasn't even wearing a bra right now.

"Got to get a mooo-ve on," Lois panted, gathering her tits up in her arms to try and contain the jiggling as she headed back out into the corridor.

But where am I going to go? Lois wondered. Topless with ridiculously oversized udders, am I trying to escape or go deeper into the lab to find the missing women?