Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Circe mean?

Lois Lane's Breasts Get Bigger...Much Bigger

Green fire glowed through the veins of Lois Lane's titanic tits. She dropped the nipple from her mouth and collapsed backwards into the chair that appeared behind her. The sorceress was shaking, flecks of froth at the corners of her mouth as emerald light burned in her palms so bright that Lois could see the bones as shadows through the flesh...if Lois was paying any attention to the sorceress at all.

Except all of Lois Lane's attention was focused on her breasts.

It wasn't like before. There was no sense of pressure. Lois lay paralyzed as a terrible heat burned through her breasts. It was like an electric current ran from her nipples straight up to her neck, and the pale masses on her chest began to ooze forward, lava-like, spreading and swelling and drooping, lower and lower, until the glowing green areola touched her thighs...and burned them.

Crying out in pay, Lois lurched into motion, trying to heft her breasts, burning her hands...and then spotting, near her feet, what was left of her costume. She grabbed at it and spread it over her legs, letting the still-growing tits settle into her lap. Circe was shaking, enraptured at the site...but Lois was aghast.

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"I'm a freak," she whispered.

"You're beautiful," the sorceress said. "Perfect..."

The green glow dulled...and now Lois could see the extent of her "perfection." Her nipples were tiny stubs in areolas stretched bigger than her outstretched hands. The weight of her breasts kept her hunched forward...they had to weigh ten or twenty pounds each, and easily would reach past her navel if standing up. Gravity was a cruel mistress to women at the best of times, but now Lois knew she could never bare her massive, saggy tits again without some kind of enormous bra. When she thought of how perfectly shaped, how high and beautiful her breasts had been when she started the night, Lois almost wanted to cry...

...and the sorceress staggered forward in the sand, spent by the sudden exertion, hands groping toward the reporter's great pillowy masses.