Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Bustiest Reporter

It's not that I would want to be much different, Lois thought to herself as she fingers closed on the gem. Something like an electric current ran through her, red glowing veins spreading from her fingertips down her arms.

It wasn't painful. That was the worst part. But Lois could see herself in the mirror...as she began to change.

The reporter watched them, felt them, swell into the kind of 70's Playboy playmate territory where they kept their champagne glass shape, with just a hint of sag, but definitely heavy DD-cup territory. They tented her shirt now, bra straining to contain them, making it hard to breathe.

SNAP

The bra gave way, and as Lois watched the shirt and bra began to burn away, leaving her standing there topless.

Her breasts pushed out, and there was nothing to contain them. Shirt and bra gone, Lois standing there with her chest out, nipples erect, energy glowing through her veins. It had been the part of herself that she had always most wanted to change, growing up. Hoping that puberty would just give her more bust...and even when it had happened, it had hardly been enough.

Nor was it enough now.

Lois shivered in barely-suppressed glee as the tits—there was no use in calling them anything else—continued to get heavier, still perky but now jutting out from her thin frame, nipples as wide as her thumb tips. She was past Power Girl now, far into that strange and rarified territory of porn stars and women with strange glandular conditions. As big as cantaloupes, cannonballs...as big as her head...

"Bigger," she whispered, the light almost blinding now, the outline of her arms lost as two arcs of power seem to travel from the crystal straight to her mammoth tits. A part of Lois, the old Lois, didn't like to think about what she looked like now. But the thought, once made, the gem turned into reality.

The old Lois Lane was washed away in a flare of pink light.

Lois blinked, suddenly standing in a dark room. The red gem's glow had faded, the fire in its heart slumbering. The door cracked open, letting in light from the hallway. The busty reporter held up her hand to shield her eyes...

...and staggered forward under the unfamiliar weight of her own massive tits.

"Well, Lois?" Blaze asked from the doorway. "How do you feel?"