Busty

Although she would never admit it to Blaze or anyone else, Lois didn't care about the back pain, or that none of her bras fit. She didn't even care about the wet circles that formed on the shirt she squeezed into to cover her girls. For the first time in her life, Lois Lane had tits.

She loved it. Loved the way they rubbed against her arms, big soft warm sacks of flesh that jutted out proudly from her chest. Loved how she couldn't zipper her jacket up over her huge honking teats. The stairs in the hallway as she followed Blaze out of the building and down to the street.

For the first time in her life, Lois turned heads, and they were focused on the soft monsters on her chest. The reporter found herself arching her back to thrust out her chest. Picked up her pace just to feel them wobble. She felt the pain in her shoulders and upper back, but honestly at that moment she didn't care. She almost felt high.

If I knew that this is what being busty was like, Lois told herself, I'd have gotten implants as big as my head ages ago.

Blaze led Lois away from her apartment...away from the nicer part of town. To the edges of Suicide Slum, past street corners which scantily-clad women protected with switchblades and small pistols, where business was conducted in a matter of minutes in cars with the engines running, and the women took speed because if they stayed awake all night it kept the rapes down.

To a certain alley, where sullen-eyed whores didn't even bother to wear skirts. Lois recognized some of the painted faces, dressed in bikinis and high heels and transparent raincoats, putting it all on display...and somehow a shiver went through her as she saw those hungry eyes fix on her tits.

"Ladies," Blaze announced. "We have a very special guest tonight. I hope you're thirsty."

All of them seemed to catch the demon's meaning. Lois stood her ground as they closed in on her...and wondered, very briefly, what was going to happen to her beautiful tits once they'd sucked out all of her milk.