From AAs to DDs

"Aagh...aaagh...aaaaagh!" Lois Lane's new friend screamed into the reporter's pierced pussy...and the reporter's hands gripped that head in a vise as she dumped all the accumulated energy into the young transwoman.

Beneath her, the transgirl's top began to fill out. Nerves burned as they grew and extended, nipples built up from small man-like nips into proper suckable teats, and pain flared throughout the slim torso as skin stretched suddenly, and muscles suddenly had to deal with the strain of two hefty weights where only mosquito-bites had been before.

Lois Lane shook in the aftermath of the spell, and suddenly dizzy she let go of her friend and collapsed backward onto the toilet seat. The reporter sucked in air...she felt as though her blood sugar had just crashed, and all the sexual anticipation that had brought her near to climax had drained out of her, so that she felt almost numb, her pussy cold...but her violet eyes settled on her handiwork, and Lois smiled.

Her unnamed friend had pulled up her shirt...and the small, hormone-derived breasts had blossomed into fat pillows, the pierced nipples stood out erect. Her goth friend touched her new tits as though afraid they would disappear any moment...and the moment she did touch, the moan that echoed from her throat would have put any number of whores and porn stars to shame. Lois smiled as she saw the thin transsexual squeeze her tits, which were too big for her to even hold in one hand...and then the question came.

"How?"

Too tired to lie, Lois gave an abbreviated sketch of her adventures so far...the missing women she was looking for, the rumors of a cult, that strange statue and what she had to do to get it to reveal its secrets, the book, the spell of desire...

...and the transwoman stared at Lois, hungrily.

The little pierced dick was hard as a rock. The reporter's pants were down around her ankles, her bare, wet pierced pussy exposed on the edge of the toilet, the black ribbons threaded through the eyelets in the labia loose to reveal the wet pink insides...and before Lois even realized what was happening, her friend fell on her, thrust that cock up inside of the reporter's slit, and whispered her most sincere wish.

"Please...I'll fuck you, build up energy again. I want...you have to...please, make me..."