Lois Lets Blaze Touch Her

The reporter nodded, tersely, still focused on the cock inside of her hot tunnel, letting her hips rise and false, the glans scraping against her g-spot on every return as her ass pressed down on those heavy balls.

Blaze's hands rose and slid to cup her breasts, fingers circling, squeezing gently.

"Sorry," Lois said, suddenly and bizarrely embarrassed. "I know they're not...huge."

"They're beautiful," the demonic dickgirl said, eyes seemingly focused on the reporter's stiff pink nipples. Blaze's thumbs traced over the hard little nubs, the swollen bumps that surrounded them. "Size isn't everything. There's shape and symmetry, color and...sensitivity..."

Small electric flashes shot out of the blood-red thumbs and Lois gasped as the current passed through her nipples and chest, muscles seizing, heart rate spiking. When she caught her breath again her nipples felt harder than they ever had before, and Blaze was thumbing them.

"...and they may get bigger, you know. Women's breasts often do during pregnancy. Some women practically balloon, like a second puberty..."

The pure white eyes caught on Lois Lane's once again. Caught her stare and held it, so even though the reporter could feel her hips still moving, it was as though her body was on automatic pilot, her eyes unable to look away.

"What was it like with your mother?" Blaze asked.

"I...I was too young...but I saw photographs," Lois swallowed. "She looked a lot like me, before she had kids. I think she got a little bigger, after I was born. But then she had Lucy, my sister, and..."

The reporter choked off the rest of the story. It wasn't one she liked to tell, not to anyone. Not because it was anything dirty, but just...embarrassing, somehow.

"Tell me," Blaze pushed. "What happened after your sister was born."

The reporter swallowed.

"Gigantomastia," she said. It felt like she was dragging the word up out of the depths as her body plunged away and Blaze played with her tits, her climax growing closer and closer. "Her tits absolutely ballooned, they were massive. She said she felt like a cow, a freak. So after Lucy stopped nursing she had...she had a reduction. I remember seeing her before she went into surgery, and the smock was covering her breasts, and it was like she was smuggling basketballs..."

The demon's thumbs and forefingers pinched the reporter's hard nipples. Lois gasped, her hips moving faster, harder, more frantic.

"You were scared of that, weren't you? Scared that would be you?"

"Yess..." Lois hissed, thinking back to puberty hoping and praying that it wouldn't happen to her...or that it would. She had always felt that she had those genes, that her boobies were just ticking biological timebombs, waiting to explode. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but if something changed...some hormonal shift, like pregnancy...and she would just be a big-titted freak.

"Time to face your fear," Blaze said, and arched her back so hard that it lifted Lois up, the cock impaled deep inside of the reporter, and then Lois felt the warm, hot seed overflowing her pussy, trickling out at where cock met cunt.