Her Breasts Expand

Lois sucked in air, still tasting cock. Her body felt hot...feverish...but her body began to shiver as though cold. As the immense black cock wilted slowly, the reporter hugged herself, rubbing her arms, feeling a weird heat inside her chest, stomach feeling almost nauseatingly full...

And then the heat shifted inside her body. The reporter felt dizzy and sat down, the faux-Vixen watching her intently, making no attempt to help. Lois felt her temples begin to pound, the sound of her own heart filling her ears. The heat was radiating out from her stomach, moving along her veins, concentrating in her heart and spreading out from there...but so quickly!

"It takes a few minutes to start," the black woman said, without sympathy. "And it don't stop, not for hours. But you should be seeing some effects soon."

The reporter said nothing. She had begun to sweat, and was half-lying on the floor now, mouth dry and breath probably reeking of cum. As the minutes passed by, Lois felt it harder and harder to breathe...and bra straps digging into her shoulders, chest painfully tight.

Am I having a heart attack? Lois thought in a haze, smacking her dry lips together. A weird, terrible thirst was on her...and she swore, thought it must have been no more than half an hour since she had drained the black woman's titanic balls of their mutagenic cum, that she felt hungry...

When, after five more minutes of the straps digging into her skin, Lois could tolerate it no more, she raised herself to a sitting position and pulled her shirt up to get at her bra. No sooner had she pulled the cotton shirt over her mounds when there was an audible

SNAP!

The reporter gasped, suddenly able to breathe again as her cups fell away, the poor garment having given way. Huffing in blessed air to her starved lungs, she stared down at her chest in bewilderment...

Her tits had grown.

They were tits now. Lois Lane couldn't think of them as just breasts now. They had more than doubled in size from the pleasant, pert palmfuls and now stood out on her chest double the size in every dimension, though they remained something of their old ski-slope shape, the nipples soft and pink...but they were tits, nonetheless.

"Hey, nice," the black shemale was working her shaft, which had grown hard again. "You want another load? Might make 'em even bigger."