Freeing

While the weight on the reporter's body increased, the mental weight of needing to be thin just...evaporated. It didn't matter. She was thin, now she was pudgy, and she was still Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. It was a mental relief to think that it didn't matter about being thin so long as she was still herself. There was life beyond dieting, beyond constant daily exercise, beyond stressing out about gaining two pounds and no longer fitting in her clothes anymore.

Without that **** background worry that Lois Lane had carried with her all her life, came...new strength. Determination. Maria had claimed that if Lois made her cum, she would answer all of the reporter's questions...and Lois had questions to answer.

It was time to turn the tables.

For Maria, gloating over the reporter's more voluptuous form as that tongue teased her twat, the world suddenly went sideways. While the reporter had gained some mass, she'd lost none of her muscle, and the added weight helped the reporter execute a wrestling move that brought the young woman down to her level.

One her back, pussy in the air, legs over the reporter's shoulders and her butt resting on the soft shelf that was Lois Lane's bigger, squishier tits, Maria could only stare upwards as the reporter locked hands around her midsection...and dug into the pussy with the single-minded devotion of an all-you-can-eat-clam buffet.

The reporter's tongue was a tornado. Spittle and pussy juice splattered the reporter's softer face and Maria's inner thighs. The licking and slurping was so intense that Maria wiggled, struggled for position...and then gave up, collapsing backwards as her back arched and her body took over, moaning and yowling like a cat in heat...

Yet Lois Lane was merciless. Her violet eyes burned as she continued to slurp and suck, teasing Maria's clit mercilessly. Minutes past, and all of Lois Lane's world was the hot, heaving, spasming, juice slit in front of her.