Lois Wishes That She Had Breasts Like That

It was a little wish. A whim. Not even a daydream. Maybe the sight of those massive breasts had triggered something in Lois Lane, like a Japanese otaku that had come upon one of their drawn fantasies in the flesh. She gave voice to that brief flicker of desire, as she held the ruby in her hand...and for a moment the world went pink.

In the moment, the reporter had difficulty expressing what exactly happened. Her brain imagined a film, the reel suddenly cut and spliced. That's what it felt like. One moment, she was as she normally was, her breasts bare palmfuls, gentle half-teardrops on her chest, with small pink nipples and just a hint of sag. The next...

Gravity took hold. Lois Lane collapsed forward, suddenly off-balance. Part of her hit the loveseat before the rest of her, and the reporter gasped as suddenly sensitive nipples were driven against the leather. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, her crotch suddenly wet. She gasped and pitched forward, her face buried between her breasts.

My tits? Lois thought...and suddenly she was aware that there was more of her. A lot more.

There was a bra. It had to be a bra, because Lois could feel the straps digging into her back, industrial cables capable of effortlessly containing fifty pounds of tit each. Her white t-shirt had become a tent of fabric that extended out in front of her, thin but serviceable to keep her bits covered, even though there were far more bits to cover. In the dim light of her smartphone, Lois could clearly see the massive, jutting round boobs that took up at least half of the loveseat on their own.

They were her tits. Her tits. As big as the ones on that false Power Girl. Still clutching the ruby in one hand, Lois carefully poked and prodded her new girls. They were warm...heavy...and definitely, indisputably hers.

I was a hundred and five pounds this morning, Lois thought to herself, dizzy as she reached around, barely able to put her arms around her impossible boobs. But I have to be two hundred pounds now, and half of that just in sheer tits! How the hell...

Lois remembered the wish. The ruby. She held it up, and saw that flaw in the center again. Moving back and forth, it sometimes looked like a flame, sometimes a naked woman. Could it be...magic? She knew Superman was sometimes transformed by exposure to kryptonite, but she wasn't a Kryptonian. The reporter bit her lip. Maybe she could...make another wish? Just to see if it worked. Scientific experiment with the magic gem and all that.