I Want Bigger Tits

She said the words, almost in a trance, over and over again like a mantra.

Lois Lane's breasts hurt. They ached. It felt like the swelling of a bruise, the skin tight to the point she felt like it was going to split. More than that, there was a weight on her chest, piling up, unfamiliar, almost increasing with each breath. Maria's hands squeeze the swollen mammaries, her fingers sinking into the flesh, and Lois groaned...

...but not all in pain.

The reporter rubbed her thighs together, hands sliding over her pussy. Just the feeling of those rough, uncaring hands on her tits was making her entire body so hot. She practically quivered as the young woman squeezed a breast in each hand, the nipples pushing out between thumb and forefinger...something that wouldn't have been possible a few hours ago. The reporter was panting and moaning in mingled pain and lust as she looked down at a chest like a pair of cantaloupes, while this morning they had been the size of lemons.

And the more that Maria groped them, the more they seemed to grow, the strange serum making its way through the reporter's system.

"Look how big these milkers are," Maria hissed as she straddled the reporter, finally blocking out the screen. Behind her, Lois could heart the lusty moans of some purely pornographic film. "If I keep going, you're just going to be a big-titted freak."

She grinned as she said it, eyes focused on the reporter's growing bust, thumbs running roughly over the nipples, which hadn't grown like the rest of her breasts, still being relatively small lumps in the middle of big, puffy areolas that would take three fingers to cover.

Cut off from the sight of the television, Lois blinked. Her head became clearer, and she became more aware of...everything. How long had she been sitting here, letting Maria massage her breasts and masturbating? Why had she let it go on for so long? She must have been far past an E-cup at her old band size now, although not yet freakishly big. Any more, and her breasts really would be the size of her head...

But why stop there? A little voice seemed to say in the back of Lois Lane's mind.

"You want me to keep going, don't you babe?" Maria said. The reporter could feel the drip of the young woman's pussy juices on her hands. If Lois moved her hands away, the woman would be dripping her juice straight into the reporter's own cunny. "You want to see...just how big you can be..."