Mighty Endowed

Lois Lane ran face-first into a wall of warm, supple flesh. They glowed brightly, light shining forth from the massive, soft pillows, dimming and brightening in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The reporter brought her hands up to try and fight her way through, but when her palms seized on the nearest protuberances, something like an electric current ran through her body.

They were nipples.

As big as her fist and hardening under her touch. Her dick hardened instantly, and Lois sank to her knees, all strength sapped out of her. Unable to tear her eyes away from what she was seeing.

It was a woman. her features were cat-like, a pattern of striped fur on her face, man a kind of russet, canines sharp and prominent. And below that...

Lois Lane had won the Pulitzer prize for her reporting, yet words seemed to fail her staring at the breasts before her. They seemed impossible. Breasts that large, that perfect, didn't exist in real life. In her most perverted moments online, Lois had ogled the impossible implants of Chelsea Charms, which stuck to her chest like a pair of medicine balls, stretching the skin beneath into taut, veiny sacks, areolas reduced to mere plate-sized discolorations, nipples lost.

But this...these were so much bigger, more perfectly proportioned. They were the breasts of a giant placed on a normal human woman. She shouldn't be able to stand.

Unable to avert her gaze, the reporter could still catch some details out of her peripheral vision. The woman's lower-legs, visible beneath the hang of her glowing tits, appeared to be encased in some kind of armored exoskeleton. Motors whirred gently as she moved forward.

Ah, that would explain it. A part of Lois thought. She's using some kind of armor to move and walk around. But where did she get that.

"Hello Lois. I am Mighty Endowed."

It took the reporter a few seconds to register that was an actual supervillain name, and not a simple statement of fact.

"You're going back in your chair, Lois." The glowing tits moved closer, and Lois instinctively stepped back. Prepared at that moment to do almost anything the boobs told her.

Step by step, the reporter retreated. Hands grasped her and guided her back into the chair, the technicians giving her surly looks, one still grasping her bloody nose. Mighty Endowed smiled benignly as restraints popped into place, but not the helmet...not this time.

"I think I should take a more direct part in finishing your training," the breasts said. The cat-girl's head turned to one of the technicians. "Inform Mister Luthor I'll be doing this hands-on. And double security on the door."