It Accelerates Lois Lane's Transformation

Maria, her four tits dragging on the floor and leaking, bent her head down like a cow at a salt lick. Her tongue felt thicker and rougher than any that Lois Lane had ever had lap at her cunt. The young woman's eyes took on a dull, heavy-lidded look as her mouth opened and closed almost mechanically, like a cow chewing its cud, the tongue slurping deep inside the reporter's pussy and out again, over and over and over...

Lois Lane, ass on the ground, flexed her hips to hump the tongue. the heat building inside of her was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and within minutes she could think of nothing else except the way her thighs shook and quivered, her back arched, her belly felt strange and tight, and her tits...her tits...

The weight of the growing breasts was slowly forcing the reporter to the ground. Her hard kryptonite-pierced nipples were so sensitive that just the movement of the air on the erect pink nips was another to send Lois into shudders of ecstasy. Lois positively thought she could feel them slosh as gravity **** the ever-growing tits to slide down either side of her chest. Her breathing grew labored as the weight in her body shifted to fuel her growing tits. Hunger and thirst gnawed at her, and the aching, terrible pressure as her swollen tit-skin grew thin and shiny as a pair of water balloons.

As that tongue burrowed into her cunt, Lois Lane reached up and grabbed her nipples...and just that sensation made her scream, lungs emptying in a single sustained note as every neuron in her head seemed to fire at once, her whole body filling with white light. For that one moment she seemed to be floating...even her pussy felt numb, body unable to process anything except the singular tit-gasm that occupied her entire mind. Wet white drops spurted over her hands, and Lois collapsed, body heaving spasmodically, all conscious control lost.

She might have done herself an injury, if her ludicrously top-heavy form wasn't pinned down by the weight of her immense lactating breasts.

In her last moment of semi-lucidity, Lois Lane opened her eyes...and saw a pair of partially-deflated basketballs on her chest, oddly flesh-colored, wobbling...and then someone stuck a hose into her mouth, something warm and wet flowed down her throat, and the reporter's eyes closed and her brain just went out.

Which meant that she didn't hear the conversation that occurred next.

"Sir, subjects are secure. However, they're still growing."

"Continue the feed. Bring them to..."