Epilogue: Moment of Choice

With practice came confidence. Lois Lane had worked the spell so many times that it was second nature to her. Maria's flesh had been shaped and re-shaped until it ran like liquid clay at the reporter's slightest desire...a perfect outlet for her excess passions.

Now all I need is a way to figure out how to help people with it, Lois thought to herself.

She wasn't like Superman, who could wait for a crime to be committed, or a natural disaster to happen, or a cat to be stuck in a tree. No one knew she had the power, except Maria, and if she tried to set up some sort of cosmetic magic service on the internet she'd be flooded by guys wanting bigger dicks. Nor could she just walk into a burn ward and start growing back skin and hair and eyes left and right. Lois Lane was sticking to the ethical line she had set for herself: they had to ask for it.

Lois was thinking of that when Clark Kent's cousin Kara Danvers dropped by the office. The reporter smiled at the petite blonde...nineteen years old and going to Metropolis University. They chatted in Lois Lane's cubicle for a bit, and the reporter couldn't help but notice the gaze of those blue eyes drawn to Lois Lane's chest.

Over the last couple of months, Lois had let herself grow a bit in the chest department. Just a cupsize or two. Her B's were now D's, and no one had seemingly noticed...or at least commented on it...not until now.

"You know," Lois said, a strange Mona Lisa smile on her lips. "Clark likes Power Girl, doesn't he?"

Kara's cheeks burned red, right across the bridge of her nose. "I guess. Lots of guys do. She's...very popular."

Lois licked her lips. "Have you ever wanted to be...popular? Like her."

The blue eyes turned on Lois, quizzically. The reporter reached forward and touched Kara's hand, wondering if she had the courage to push the young woman. Her voice dropped into a whisper.

"I mean, do you want Clark to notice you like that?"

Kara gulped. Lois could see her shot had hit its mark. The young blonde was obviously a bit infatuated with her cousin.

"I could help you with that..." Lois began.

Then the screams came. Kara ran towards them, before Lois could grab her. The reporter dashed after her, then there was a flash of light...Lois blinked, suddenly dizzy...rounded a corner...and saw a terrible sight.

A supervillain stood in front of her, with her back to Lois. The reporter recognized the oddly tight, form-fitting costume, the massive breasts, the tawny hair and cat-like ears. They called her Mighty Endowed—a joke of a villain with hypnotic powers centered on her prodigious bust. Standing behind her, Lois was mostly shielded from the blinding light emanating from her tatas...but in front of the villain, Lois could see Supergirl, and most of the rest of the Daily Planet staff, standing there transfixed, eyes wide.

"Now, my slaves!" Mighty Endowed said. "Prepare for the new topless edition of the Daily Planet...with the special inks I've provided, my hypnotic powers will spread to all of Metropolis!"

Lois wrestled with indecision. She had to do something, she had to...but there were no weapons. Anyone she called for help would be hypnotized by those big tits. Swiftly, the reporter tried to think about how Mighty Endowed had been defeated before...and then she noticed that the back of the villain's costumed included a reinforced spinal brace.

Of course, the reporter thought. When she first appeared, she was so top-heavy she fell over and couldn't get up. If I tackle her...

The reporter tiptoed closer...and frowned. The back-brace was a serious piece of hardware...and the tight-fitting costumed looked more and more like some kind of high-tech exoskeleton. The villain was monologuing, laying out her entire plan, arms raised so that Lois could actually see the swell of those massive mammaries from behind...serious backboob.

Indecision warred within Lois. She had promised herself that she would only do changes when the subject asked. But this was an emergency.

"You love my mighty endowments, don't you my loyal slaves!?" Mighty Endowed said. Lois watched the hands come together on the side of her breasts, squeezing the boobs together, mooshing them back and forth so that the lights began to strobe. "Look well! By the New Gods, I wish my tits were so massive everyone could glory at them!"

Not exactly consent...but it was close enough for Lois Lane.

She rushed forward, tackling the villain from behind...and reinforced as Mighty Endowed was by her exoskeleton, the impact of the reporter didn't even budge her. Yet Lois Lane's hands found their way to those fat, spherical balls of flesh, and Lois closed her eyes as she opened the floodgate wide...

Lois shivered, stunned as the torrent of power flooded through it. She felt like she was being hollowed out as she focused on the image of her desires...something bigger than anything she had desired before. Dark needs from deep inside of her.

There was an ominous tearing sound as fabric ripped. A shuddering intake of breath. The snap of key components of the exoskeleton. Lois couldn't see what was happening, but in her mind's eye she held the image of breasts the size of small cars, to which the bare body they were attached to was a spindly thing...a life support system for the great swollen soft masses. The reporter's head was buried inside Mighty Endowed's tawny hair as soft heat pressed against Lois Lane's hands like rising dough...forcing her arms wider and wider apart...and then they were falling together as the villain's legs gave way...and Lois knew she should stop, but a part of her said: No, she deserves this. Give it to her. Give in to your desires. Make them real, make them flesh.

Once, Lois had dreamed of making love to a giantess. Of being trapped between that enormous cleavage. Areola the side of hubcaps, nipples like great round nobs that she could cram into her cunt and fuck herself with...and Mighty Endowed groaned, deep and low and husky.

Something cracked. It might have been her spine.

Lois opened her eyes...and stood up.

She couldn't see the hypnotized people anymore. The tops of the great mounds of flesh just brushed against the ceiling, so wide that they blocked out all view of her victims...but the breasts were no longer glowing. The villain was face-first in her own cleavage, legs sticking out behind her at an unnatural angle.

Swiftly, Lois ran around, back through the cubicles, coming onto the scene from the side...and saw Supergirl and the others, staring, dumbfounded and shocked but no longer hypnotized, at the huge masses of flesh that filled the area.

Supergirl blinked. She took off her cape, in an effort to hide at least one hubcap-sized nipple, but it was almost more obscene than if she had left it nude. The blonde turned and stared directly at Lois, curiously...but then she began to move, to cover the villain's nudity, checking her vitals...and the rest of the Daily Planet staff stood around, milling listlessly, unable to stop staring.

"But how did she get here?" One person asked. "She couldn't even fit in the elevator like that."

"Maybe she lost control of her powers somehow?" Another said.

Jimmy Olsen raised his camera. Lois pinched his ear.

"Jimmy, no." The reporter said.

"Just for my personal collection?" The redheaded photographer grinned.

"No, Jimmy," Lois was adamant.

In the end, Supergirl had to take out part of a wall to drag Mighty Endowed out of there, and get her to a hospital to treat her fractured spine. Lois Lane sighed.

"Well, she's definitely going to make the front page," the reporter said, when she sat back down in her cubicle. "But not in the way she wanted."

What troubled Lois, however, was less that the villain had been defeated...and more in how. She'd crossed the line she had set for herself. More than that, she had gone way too far.

Why didn't I shrink her boobs? Lois thought. Or stop before I did her a physical injury?

Yet it was difficult for the reporter to be too hard on herself. Sure, it had been a lapse, but it had been an emergency...a one-time thing. It wasn't like she was going to do that again.

Kara Danvers popped back into the cubicle. Lois smiled, having forgot about her guest...but there was something different about the young woman now. A change to her demeanor. The young blonde woman took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for a major struggle, and then she blurted.

"Can you...give me breasts as big as Power Girl's?"

Lois opened her mouth...closed it. That strange smile came back to her face. It felt more comfortable there now. She slid her hand over Kara's.

"Of course. If that's what you want..."

In her mind, Lois Lane could feel...the floodgate was still there. It hadn't closed entirely. A trickle of that power was flowing, pooling inside of her. A dark well of power. She dipped into it, opening herself up and directing it toward the young woman...and before her eyes, those small, pert breasts began to stretch their shirt...and Lois Lane wasn't sure when they would stop.