Ivy Is On The Outs With Her Girlfriend

The elevator took them to the roof...and on the roof, a greenhouse. It was hot and humid inside, but dark; the moon shown through the clear panes of glass, and Lois felt almost as if she was being carried through some jungle or tropical island. To the very center, where a large hammock hung between two trees.

Poison Ivy's minions deposited the reporter on this swinging fabric, and vines crept down to hold her wrists and ankles. They pulled from either end, so that Lois Lane's body went taut, her growing breasts laying heavy on her chest...and as the minions left, Ivy sank into the softly-swaying hammock by the reporter's side, her head on Lois Lane's arm. One hand groped first one growing tit, and then the other...and they were already the size of melons, heavy and yet oddly firm.

"Everyone thinks Harley and I are attached at the hip," Ivy said, once the minions were free. "But the truth is, we have our share of difficulties, like any couple. She's...chaotic, emotional. Bisexual. Or maybe pansexual is the word. There are days she'll fuck anything with a pulse."

There was hurt and anger in Ivy's voice. Her fingers squeezed the reporter's breasts, but they were already growing firmer, a disconcerting sensation for Lois.

"Sometimes we just need our time apart. Eventually, she'll come back. After she's bored with her latest fling, and I'll forgive her...but I'm a woman too. I have needs."

Ivy shifted herself to sit astride the prostrate reporter. Lois looked up to see that red hair limned in moonlight. The hammock swung back and forth, side to side. From this position, Ivy could squeeze and fondle both of the reporter's breasts...and did.

"So why shouldn't I have a chance to experiment too?" Ivy said. "Sexually, I mean. Explore a little. It's not that I don't like that Harley is a member of the itty bitty titty committee, I just...want to take a walk on the other side for a while. You understand, don't you?"

Lois Lane's tongue felt oddly thick in her mouth. She squirmed a bit. From this perspective, her tits looks huge already...and something told her that they still weren't big enough for her tastes.

"I mean...you've seen how big pumpkins get, haven't you?" Ivy said, her fingertips playing with the reporter's inverted nipples...and that seemed to trigger something in the reporter's body.