In A Couple of Hours, Lois Lane's Tits Are Bigger Than Her Head

The cocks came on. Lois pawed at the glass, her breath fogging the mirror. She lost count of how many men approached her sagging tits. Some came in ten minutes, others barely lasted three pumps before blowing their load. There were always more who brought their hard cocks up to the tight inverted holes that were her nipple cunts. Squeezed her boobs tight around their hard meat as they thrust hard into the warm, hot masses. Sometimes, with the big ones, Lois thought she could almost feel the heads brush dully against the pectoral muscles that covered her rib cage. The smaller ones her tits threatened to swallow entirely, and one eager fucker even squeezed his balls into her tit at the same time, stretching her nipple hole as he eagerly pounded away.

Every one...every single one...blasted their seed deep into her greedy jugs. Lois could feel the heat building inside of her. She wanted so rub her pussy, but Blaze wouldn't let her...and the newborn tit-demon could feel her breasts swell, the heat flowing throughout her body, the weight of them growing with every creamy burst inside her boobs. Lois could feel the sexual excitement building inside of her, and her tits felt so good...she could see the shadow of them on the glass now, her once tiny titties huge fleshy masses bigger than her head, and the men couldn't squeeze their hands all the way around her mammoth mammaries any more...but still she didn't cum.

The reporter had never experienced an orgasm from penetration alone. Not in all of her life. Yet she was learning things, from her time at the wall. The bigger her boobs grew, the more sperm she absorbed, the more aware she seemed to grow of her breasts. Now when the cocks plunged into her drooling nipple-holes, she could squeeze the new muscles inside her swollen breasts, milk those cocks. The sensitive rims of her holes could close down like lips, establish a suction on the hard shafts and milk them dry, every bit of sperm being carried deep inside of her to fuel the next stage in her strange and terrible transformation, until she could almost taste the cocks through her tits.

It felt so good, but something was missing. In aching need, Lois saw man after man pull their limp pricks free, knees weak, balls drained and useless. She still hadn't cum yet, and there was something else...something that her body seemed to demand, to be waiting for. An expectation that grew in her.

Maybe this one, Lois hoped, after what might have been the tenth or twentieth cock to slip into tit-snatch that night.

But it never was.

"Oh, don't worry my dear," Blaze said from behind her. The devil's fingers combed her hair and massaged her back. Bulky muscles had grown there with obscene rapidity, to balance the huge ta-tas that dragged down at Lois Lane's chest. "I think...yes, I think your prince has arrived."

Lois wiped away the fog from her eyes, looking out through the mirror...and she saw him. He looked lost in that bathroom, but also strangely inquisitive, seeking. Dressed in the same rumpled suit she had seen him wear at the office earlier today, his broad shoulders stooped, bright blue eyes looking out through the black plastic frames of his glasses...to stare at the wall where Lois knelt. Instinctively, the tit-demon tried to lift her massive breasts, to make her nipple-holes gape provocatively. There was just something about him...

Clark Kent came toward the wall cautiously. The reporter wondered what he was seeing...two great pale flesh-colored sacks, with gleaming pink holes where the nipples should be. Light blue veins running through the soft flesh like buried minerals in marble. Lois wondered if she smelled like cum...

Yet his touch was gentle, exploratory. His eyes seemed to fasten on hers, as though he was staring straight through the mirror. Her tits overflowed those big hands, and he lifted those weighty monsters effortlessly, balancing them easily in his palms. Kent's thumbs sought out those pink holes, and as they sank in Lois cut off a little moan. She clamped the nipple-mouths around the intruding thumbs, sucking gently. Wondering which tit he would fuck, for she was sure that he would.

"Now Lois," Blaze whispered. "You're going to see his...big...surprise."