Until All Lois Lane Can Say Is "Tits"

"Tits...tits...tits..."

Lois lay against the medical bed in a feverish daze. Her body was burning up. Maria's mouth was sucking on her clit. Her tits were so heavy...they hurt...

"Tits...my tits..."

The reporter opened eyes that felt like they were boiling in their sockets. Her breasts wobbled, firm as water balloons, and each one looked half the size of her head, ready to burst. Ugly red lines showed where the skin had stretched too far, too fast, and Lois Lane's tits ached. The pressure was impossible. Her nipples were so stiff, and she could feel each needle stabbing into her sensitive tit-flesh.

"T-tits...tits..."

The tongue felt thick and tired in the reporter's mouth, but it was Angelica's tongue that had her attention. The young woman had started to flick it rapidly, as fast as she could, and Lois felt the apprehension rise in her, the expectancy, the need.

"Tits! Tits! Tits!"

Lois pushed out every word harshly as her body began to shake. She rolled her eyes away from the massive tits that pinned her shoulders to the bed, and saw that the bags were empty...but the lines...there was blood in the lines leading out from her nipples. Was that right?

"TiiiiiIIIII..."

Her voice rose into a shriek as it finally happened. Thighs quaking so hard that they bounced off Maria's head, that tongue flicking her clit, and a finger slid into the dripping wet cunt and pulled downward, so that Maria could lower her face right into that sopping snatch and tongue-fuck Lois deeper than ever before.

Lois shrieked as the wave crashed, her body bucked...and the lines leading into her bloated, overfilled tits came loose, blood weeping down from the wounded nipples...and the cry brought the nurse back from wherever she had disappeared to.