Let Blaze Suck Her Tits

The demon bent down. Lois Lane quivered, unconsciously puffing out her chest and sucking in her stomach. Crimson lips latched on to the reporter's left nipple—and Lois didn't dare breathe as a steady pressure built...and built...and she found her hands in her laps, inching closer and closer to her pussy, the heat building up inside of her...but something else was building up inside the reporter's breasts.

When Blaze had massaged and tugged at the reporter's small tits, she had felt a kind of pressure inside them. Yet now, as the demon suckled at her tit, the whole pink nipple inside those strong red lips, sharp white teeth threatening to nibble on the sensitive nub, Lois felt the pressure grow until it felt like something would burst...and to the reporter's amazement she could see her tit swell visibly, the taut skin inflating slowly like a balloon, the tit growing heavier, pushing outward, hanging softly outwards.

Compared to her right breast, whose nipple was erect but neglected, the growth was obvious...and Lois wondered, briefly, if Blaze would switch places and even the reporter up. Yet the bigger the breast grew, the harder Blaze sucked...and Lois squirmed as her fingers finally found her stiff little clit.

Minutes passed. Strange and terrible minutes as Lois Lane's breast continued to undergo that strange and terrible transformation. All her life Lois had imagined what her breasts would look like if bigger...had pictured some magical inflation...but this was different, more terrible and erogenous than she imagined. Half an hour passed, and Lois Lane's breath came in hot little gasps, her fingers rubbing openly on her clit, and the tit swelled with fluid...heavy and taut, hanging down against her rib cage, her unaffected tit nearly flat by comparison. Lois couldn't even guess how big it was now...at least a D-cup, with her previous band size, and maybe bigger than that...and there was something happening inside of it, something Lois didn't understand.

Not until Blaze finally ceased, and opened her mouth to display milky lips and tongue. The reporter saw with fascination that white drops beaded her pendulous tit.

"There," the demon said, licking her lips like a cat cleaning cream from its whiskers. She smiled at the reporter's mismatched tits, one small, high and firm, the other swollen and bloated to more than three times its normal size, sagging under its own weight. "That will satisfy the women you wish to save."