Expand Her Breasts

"Your body knows what to do," the demon hissed, her red hands hovering over Lois Lane's breasts, but not touching. "They know what they want to be. They only need the right encouragement. Mass. Mass is simply energy...power..."

Black sparks arched between the demon's outspread fingers like little Jacob's ladders. Lois trembled, but put on a brave face. The women needed a cure...and she could give it to them. All she had to do was endure whatever Blaze had planned.

"I am very powerful."

Dark lightning surged into Lois Lane's breasts. The reporter tasted ozone, but her body wasn't convulsing as it should from an electrical stock. She stared down in sick fascination as her breasts seemed to drink in the evil electricity from the demon's fingertips.

Lois could feel it happening before she could see it. Things moving beneath the skin, a growing soreness that reminded her of a gas bubble making its way through her intestines, but localized in her tits. She grimaced, knowing that it was only going to get worse.

She had seen what happened to women's breasts during pregnancy. Some women barely went up a cup size, nipples only growing darker and a little puffy. Others seemed to explode, breasts losing all shape, becoming great fat sacks supporting by their swollen bellies, areola stretched, nipples becoming dark and gnarled nubs on their great teats. Lois knew that the latter never recovered their shapes, the tits remaining saggy and ruined forever.

Before her eyes, the reporter's breasts began to grow.

The graceful palmfuls rode high on Lois Lane's chest, a delicate half-teardrop shape with just a hint of sag. Now they pushed out, slowly but surely. Lois could see the valley between them, down which her sternum ran, narrow by millimeters as the breasts began to swell. Blue veins shifted up into the surface, and the painful pressure within increased.

The skin stretched, though Lois could see none of the tell-tale red striations—the scar tissue of rapid growth—only the pale, milky flesh swelling softly, growing taut, pushed out from within. After long minutes, the reporter blinked and realized her breasts had more than doubled in size...from the size of a baseball to softballs. Now the shape was more rounded, sagging only gently.

Blaze stared in abject fascination. Yet the sparks did not diminish. The demon hoarsely spoke only a single word:

"Bigger."