Her Breasts Start To Expand Too

Jenny Dunlap was a moaner. Perched atop her titanic tits, she wobbled back and forth, accompanied by a constant stream of "Oh...oh...oh!" and "Harder! Oh you're so big! Fucking stretch out my little pussy! Pump that jizz into me! Pump it into my tits!" But mostly it was wordless animal grunts, gasps of joy, delighted squirrel noises. Lois Lane could not decide whether or not Jenny was faking, or just so lost in the joy of her tits getting a little bigger with every creampie that she was driven to vocalize the experience.

With every shot, the tits swelled. Not much. A millimeter of diameter, maybe, and the accompanying increase in mass. But ten creampies made a centimeter, and with tits already so massive, the kilograms began to pile up. Lois felt the weight slowly increase on her chest, each breath coming harder...and worse, maybe, she felt the steady drip as the jizz leaked out of Jenny's sloppy slit and was funneled into the reporter's own pussy, a white river of anonymous sperm headed straight for the reporter's womb.

I'm going to die, Lois Lane realized. Gagged and bound and probably impregnated by a bimbo's sloppy spillover before I'm crushed to **** beneath tits the size of beanbags.

The fat tits of the whore on top of her completely covered Lois Lane's own breasts. So the reporter could not see what was happening, as the cum dripped from the blonde bimbo's enchanted pussy into her own. Could not see her perky A-cups begin to grow...swelling, pushing back against the massive mammaries that sought to crush them. Unseen, Lois could only feel the growing weight on her chest and imagined it was all Jenny Dunlap's boobs growing heavier and heavier.

The night wore on. There were many customers, and Lois grew bored with Jenny's constant moans and encouragement. The reporter's pussy was wet, sticky. She wiggled. The funnel was firmly set in her pussy, unable to be dislodged, but if she raised and lowered her hips, she could move her pussy back and forth, just a little bit...enough, maybe, to let her fuck herself on the instrument of her ****. Lois blushed as she thought about doing just that. The weight on her chest was already oppressive...she was going to die...

Do I really want to try and get an orgasm before I go? The reporter asked herself. I mean, that would probably just about guarantee conception. Not that I'll live to see myself pregnant...