Play With Her Tits, Keep Her Talking

Taking a deep breath, Lois reached over and grabbed a handful of tit. Warm and soft as a goosedown pillow, but living, heavy.

"I like girls too," the reporter said. "Have you seen many other girls here?"

Jenny Dunlap moaned, shifting her torso a little so that her right breast crushed against Lois. It was like being hit by a soft medicine ball. Lois felt her own tiny breasts sink into the enormous mass of tit-flesh.

"Yes," the blonde breathed. "There were three others with me, when I was going through my changes. Sometimes she let us...play together while men watched. And...touched themselves."

Lois swallowed. She could just imagine Jenny Dunlap on stage, massive tits hanging down as she smothered another woman in them. There were far worse ways to die.

"Are they..like you? Or did the crystal change them in different ways?" The reporter shifted herself, right arm reaching down, below the massive cleavage of the "boob window" on the Power Girl costume, hand seeking out the blonde's crotch...and found it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, there was a hole down there too. No impediment between Lois Lane's fingers and Jenny's pussy.

"N-no, all different. We all wanted...different things..." Jenny bit her lower lips as Lois hugged the young woman's massive left breast with one arm, the other delving down to rub against her pussy. It wasn't very wet yet, but the more her fingers played with the lips, the wetter it was getting.

"...and they're still here?" Lois asked. "You've seen them? Recently?"

"Y-yes," Jenny was panting now, eyes half-lidded. "Harder, please."

The reporter rubbed the lips harder, up and down. They felt slick now. She ran her thumb over the blonde's hood, heard the little eep! as the callus brushed her clit, and then pushed forward, one finger sliding into those hot depths.

"Oh god...I can't...I can't take it..." The blonde lurched forward. "Please...kiss me!"

"Wait, woah, w—" The reporter yelped as a mountain of boob stumbled forward. Soaking wet, two weeks ago Jenny Dunlap would have weighed 95 pounds. Now, Lois figured she must have weighed at least twice that. A hundred pounds of breasts crashed against her, Lois desperately trying to catch and hold her up, but failing. The breast-tackle took them both to the floor.

Lois was pinned, barely able to breathe, her chest being crushed beneath the massive funbags, the false-Power Girl's face only an inch from her own.

"Hey," Jenny whispered. Then her mouth was pressed into the reporter's own, tongue worming its way into Lois Lane's mouth.