Yes

Maria led them away from from the spyhole, to an oddly-shaped portion of the wall. The barmaid pulled it back and to the side, letting it slide in a track.

"Emergency exit," she whispered. "Just in case. Most of the rooms have one."

Lois stepped forward into the room. It was colder than it had seemed, and from the inside the mirrors combined to give it a sense of depth and space. She walked forward towards the seated woman.

"Jenny?" she said. "Jenny Dunlap."

The blonde looked up, breasts shimmying. "Oh," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't think I was due for any customers, they didn't tell me..."

"I'm not a client, Jenny. I'm a..." Lois debated whether or not to reveal her true identity. Better stick to her cover for now. "...prospective employee. I wanted to talk with you. Ask you how it was to work here."

This close, Lois couldn't take her eyes off the girl's tits. She couldn't even think of them as breasts, they were just...not gravity defying, quite, but perky the way a teenager's breasts are perky, that elongated teardrop, standing high and proud. Yet they were so big!

"It's my boobies, isn't it?" The false Power Girl's voice floated up from above her cleavage. "People tend to look. I don't mind, really. You can play with 'em, if you like."

There was a heaving convulsion. The shirt, the thin white fabric with the hole, disappeared. Without that thin bit of tension, the tits stretched out to either side of her body. "Here," a warm, thin hand took Lois' own, and guided it to her right breast.

Lois found her hand sink into the tit. It was like trying to pick up an overfilled water balloon, afraid it might burst at any moment. But it was thicker, heavier. She squeezed, unconsciously, and the blonde moaned. "How?" Lois asked. "How did it happen?"

The tits surged forward. Jenny was taller than Lois, and even though the weight of the mounds meant the bottom of them were about level with her navel, they jutted out at least a foot, the pierced nipples brushing Lois' ribs through her shirt.

"I think I was lost, for a long time," the Power Girl said, forcing Lois backward as she walked forward. Lois held up her hands and ended up trying to lift those massive cushions. They must have weighed over twenty pounds each. "Dancers...you know what it is for us, right? Thin thin thin, gotta make weight, gotta get in shape and stay in shape. It's why so many of us smoke, do speed, do coke, heroin...anything to keep the edge off, the hunger."

Jenny lifted the breasts until they were eye-level with Lois, then wrapped them around the reporter's head. The dark-haired woman stared up into the blonde's blue eyes, the weight of those tits crushing her shoulders.

"But being thin means no tits. No periods, sometimes, because your body is starving itself. Irregular cycles. Came out of puberty with mosquito-bites, ass like a ten-year-old boy...sometimes I hardly felt like a woman at all."

The back of Lois' legs caught the edge of the bed, and she fell backwards. The tits fell on top of her, a descending avalanche of pure boob.

"Then I came to this club..."