Lois Tries To Stand

The geriatric bodybuilder in the fetish outfit began to rant. Lois Lane, veteran of a thousand villainous monologues, automatically tuned her out, only keeping an ear out for key phrases like "sacrifice" and "breeder." The reporter had two more immediate problems in front of her right now.

Lois' funbags were the size of bean bag chairs for toddlers. Even with her arms extended to their full length, she couldn't raise her tits up off the floor. Planting her feet flat on the floor, the reporter tried to stand.

The breasts shifted. When Lois wasn't resting on them, her spine immediately became a line of strain, right down the middle of her back, muscles aching. Lois tried to remember her fitness coach's lessons on lifting...use your legs, not your back...

The reporter popped into a squat, moving her mammaries to press up against the bars, which she gripped for support. Carefully, she breathed out, flexed her thighs.

Here we go.

Spine straight, Lois pulled at the bars with her arms and pushed against the floor with her legs. The tits, squished against the bars, began to rise. The hulking honkers didn't feel like they were going to rip off her chest, although Lois half expected that. But it was tough going.

She fought for every inch, thighs and biceps burning, shoulders already straining against the massive front load. Sweat was dripping down her sides, running along the underside of her breasts, and ridiculously Lois wondered how the hell she was going to keep these things clean, just to avoid the worst case of underboob rash in history...

...and they were sensitive. Lois had always enjoyed toying with her nipples, and her favorite lovers had been men that really loved their tits, no matter how little she had, mashing and kissing them...but this was something else. By the time she was a foot off the ground, her nipples were rock hard and sticking out between the bars, as big as shot glasses and liable to take an eye out. Lois could feel herself getting wet, just from the stimulation.

What am I going to be like if anybody every plays with these things? Lois wondered. Not that a proper tit job is happening, unless I find one hung like a tyrannosaurus rex...

With a grunt, Lois straightened her legs as much as she could. She was pretty sure that whatever alien tech the old woman had zapped her with, she'd about doubled her body weight. The reporter panted, leaning against the bars. Walking was going to be a problem...and then a part of her brain started screaming at her to listen, because the old bitch's monologue had just gotten to one of the key words.