Power Girl...And Her Breasts

Lois Lane stared up just as Power Girl was leaning over. The massive mammaries were hanging, the great hole in the fabric revealing the deep cleavage that the reporter, along with probably every other mammal on the planet, could gladly get lost in.

It wasn't that they were the largest breasts on the planet, though they were sizable. But they were nearly perfect. vast spheres that stood out from the chest, still high and perky, great milkers barely contained by the tight material of the superheroine's costume...and Lois felt her own chest tingle in sympathy.

With a groan, Lois felt suddenly faint as her tits surged forward. The simple white t-shirt she wore stretched under the unfamiliar pressure, but the breasts grew too fast, the fabric cutting into her bulging boobs, and Lois brought her hands up and ripped open the too-tight shirt, freeing her girls just so she could breathe.

"Oh...wow," Power Girl said. "I like the nipple piercings."

"Thankth," Lois said, lisping slightly with her split tongue. "They're new."

"And not the only thing," the statuesque blonde reached down and gave Lois a hand up. It wasn't easy. Without superstrength, and with her new assets, Lois was several pounds heavier and off-balance, wanting to gall backwards and forwards at the same time.

"Care to tell me what happened?" Power Girl asked. Her own eyes, Lois noticed, were admiring the reporter's amplified posterior.

"Jutht a minute," the reporter said, tearing a strip from her ruined shirt to improvise a blindfold. "I need you to take me to thee Thatanna or thomeone thorcerous. I'm under a thpell."

"Okay," Power Girl replied. Then Lois felt the woman's cloak wrapped around her. "But uh, just in case she doesn't fit you, I'm going to give you the name of my bra-maker."

"Thankth," Lois said, and meant it. Unable to see anything the reporter felt the superheroine scoop her up in her arms...and then they were rising through the cool night air, up, up and away.