Double In Size

Lois Lane's lips locked about the flared head of the horse-like shaft...and as the thick, bitter cum bubbled up from somewhere above and behind those pendulous balls, the now busty reporter slurped it down. She rubbed her tits against the shaft, curious as to how much they would grow this time...and very shortly after the salty seed hit her tongue, the reporter found out.

Her whole body shivered...her swollen teats tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation...and for a moment Lois imagined that the cum she drank was somehow delivered straight to her tits. Yet that was impossible; some other mechanism had to be at work...for her breasts grew. She would have moaned around the cockhead, except that Lois never spoke with her mouth full, and even as the hot jizz emptied down her throat and into her stomach, her body responded.

Fat cells migrated. Reserves of vital nutrients were sent to the front lines. Water and lymph fluid re-deployed to meet new and imperative demands. The breasts began to balloon—not as a child's balloon fills with helium, but as a woman's chest matures through puberty, or as their weight increases. The skin stretched tight, the mass increased, and Lois could feel it push against her hands, the funbags heavier and more squishy by the moment, two big fat fucking tits wrapped around that horsecock, so big that Lois could barely hold half of one in each hand.

They hung off her chest like pineapples, too heavy now to fully maintain their ski-slope shape, yet they still jutted out proud, and the bottom of them sagged against her ribs a little, but not so much that the nipples shifted direction. Hard as they were, Lois Lane had no doubt with a good swing she could now put someone's eyes out...and as she squeezed the torpedo tits, a gush of fluid ran between her legs. It was almost an orgasm...a nipple-gasm...a tit-gasm...and Lois knew that whatever else happened tonight, she would have to be very careful with her new tits.

I could get addicted to this, Lois thought soberly as she ran her tongue around the black flared head of the cock, which was beginning to wilt.

"Ahhh...thanks," the faux-Vixen said. "I always need to cum a couple of times, or this monster just won't go down. So, you want to see Mistress Blaze, right?"