Her Tits

Soft, strong hands gripped the reporter's breasts and squeezed. Lois could feel the soft heat of Power Girl's own breasts press against her stomach, the superheroine's knees spreading the reporter's thighs wide. Blindfolded and with the weight of the heroine on top of her, Lois hardly knew what to do...what to think...but she couldn't close her ears as Karen began to talk.

"I know people make fun of my boobs. Oh, look how big she is. Gag tits. I've been dealing with that all my life. Women who are jealous, men who are horny as teenage boys. But I have to tell you Lois...and this is something I've kept secret...I love having big tits. Not because I like the attention, but because I'm a bit of a big-tit fanatic myself. Oh, I love breasts of all sizes, shapes, and colors...but sometimes quantity is a quality all in its own."

Her hands mauled the reporter's breasts, gripped her nipples so that they stood out tall and pulled until Lois almost cried out. A hot, wet mouth glomped over her right nipple, the mouth sucking hungrily, tongue twirling around the stiff erectile tissue...and then moved over to the reporter's left breast, a line of drool raining down and into the reporter's cleavage. Lois shook and moaned, her new breasts inhumanly sensitive...

"You've always been attractive to me, Lois. I can see what Superman sees in you. But now...when you're this busty...I just can't help myself. I need to fuck you," the voice was shaking with barely-controlled desire, and Lois felt a wash of fear. Power Girl could easily rip a truck in two; if she decided they were having sex, Lois had little say in the matter. Desperately, the reporter tried to think of what to do.

Do I want this? Lois wondered. Maybe it's better to just give her what she wants, maybe then...

And like that, an idea came to the reporter.

"Wh-what if I could be bigger?" The reporter said.

Power Girl's ****-grip on the reporter's breasts eased a little. Lois licked her lips and dove into the conversational opening.

"Th-the spell I used...it works based on my desire. So if I want...really want...bigger breasts, I think, maybe...it'll work."

Karen's voice came out like a prayer. Like a woman dying of thirst who saw, far off in the distance, an oasis.

"How big?"

The reporter swallowed. There was only one way to find out.