One Little Peek

Lois Lane dropped her gaze to the hole. One little peek. What harm could it be? Heart beating a little in her chest, the reporter remembered that old childhood rhyme.

I see Paris, I see France...

One of the overhead lights was directly above the neighboring stall. Lois had a perfect view...of one of the most perfect asses in the world.

The tight pants that contained it had been dragged down to the woman's knees, and she leaned against the far wall, one hand buried between her legs, desperately rubbing at her pussy, making the great golden globes of her ass shiver and shake. Each cheek had to be the size of a cantaloupe, big and muscular but with a jiggle overhang. No zits, moles, or stretch-marks, it was an ass that seemed the perfect combination of nature and nurture, good genetics and dedicated pampering. Lois beheld with awe the result of ten thousand squats, never missing an opportunity to super-size, and weekly massages with coconut oil. Even the asshole, the pretty pucker buried between the great cheeks, was elegant and carefully bleached.

It was the ass of a pornstar. And for just a moment, Lois felt her heart go out toward it, her pussy moistening just a little, the tiniest tinge of envy...

A familiar tingle enveloped the reporter's own much-tinier posterior. Lois felt her heart sink and ripped her gaze away as the pins-and-needles sensation engulfed her glutes, working deep down into the muscle.

"No no no..." Lois hissed, pressing on cheeks as she felt her pants start to get tight, cutting into her skin. "I don't want that ass, I don't, I don't!"

But in her heart, she did.

The pants split at the crotch, the tight red pants unable to contain the bulging booty that now graced Lois Lane's thin frame. The sound of the tearing pants was loud enough that the woman in the stall next door could hear it. Lois winced as she surveyed the damage on her now bottom-heavy frame.

The split had gone right up the middle, exposing half her ass, the waistband holding on for dear life. The reporter's growing ass had swallowed her black thong, which felt like floss between her now mammoth cheeks. Lois gave a test jiggle, and winced as the ripe spread another half an inch.

"Okay in there?" The voice came from the other stall.

"Fine," Lois called back. "Just a little wardrobe malfunction."