Make Her Breasts Bigger

Spunk spent, the cocks withdrew, the young men wiping the tips of their leaking dicks against her cleavage, leaving wet smears. The jizz didn't leak out of her nipple-cunts, though—oh no. She could feel unfamiliar muscles working, carrying the cum deep inside her swollen tits. Even as the next two in line pressed the heads of their cocks into her wet holes, Lois could feel things happening inside her body...but what, she didn't know.

A groan escaped her lips as, like before, the young men each grabbed a tit and impaled it with their hardons. Burning heat began to flush through Lois Lane's body, and dimly she was aware of a bottle with a straw pressed against her lips. She latched onto it and sucked it greedily. Something oddly familiar...cool and salty and sort of sweet at the same time.

"Milk and Gatorade," Blaze said. "You need to keep hydrated, and you'll need the calories and protein for what comes next."

Lois was about to ask what came next...but then she felt it.

The skin on her breasts great tighter. She could feel the strain as they began to plump up and grow. Her nipple-holes grew tighter too, the cooks felt like they were swelling inside of her, more of the cock sliding into each throbbing tit, the hairy ballsacks smacking the underside of her tits. Even the men's hands were slowly being **** apart by her swelling titflesh.

The reporter shook and gasped. Her hands moved to rub her needy slip, entire body tuned and ready to cum.

Quick as a wink something grabbed and pulled her wrists behind her back. Steel cuffs slid tick-tick-tick into place, locking her wrists together, away from her needy pussy.

"No my little apprentice," Blaze said. "Leave your little clitty alone. You're going to cum from getting your tits fucked, or not at all."