Lois Lane Is Trapped Beneath The Massive Breasts

A face peered over the shoulder of those gigantic tits that pinned Lois Lane to the ground. A face like the bust of Nefertiti, framed by a mass of black curly hair. A Mona Lisa smiled graced her lips.

"Blaze, I presume?" Lois managed to wheeze.

"And you're Lois Lane," the woman's eyes were dark. "I think I like you in this position, Lois."

The reporter bit back a harsh reply. She tried to wiggle free, but two hundred pounds of tits were making it difficult to move.

"We have a very special performance tonight. Our big friend here is going to get much, much bigger," the dark eyes flashed for a moment, and Lois swore they were pure white, without pupil or iris. "I think you would make an interesting addition to the act. The woman slowly crushed to **** by the massive breasts. Unless..."

Lois knew her cue. "Unless?"

"Unless you want to make a deal of your own," The lips curled, revealing white teeth. A hand reached down to draw the hair out of the reporter's face, and for a moment it appeared to Lois like a crimson claw. "I can unlock your potential, just as I did for her."

"Not much of a choice," Lois spat back.

"But it is the only one you have," Blaze said. "So choose, Lois: accept my deal...or be slowly crushed to **** by these massive mammaries."