To Power Girl's Apartment

They flew in silence. The wind whipped past them, and Lois unconsciously turned toward Power Girl's chest. They were breast-to-breast now, with only the thin cloth of the heroine's costume between them...and Power Girl was warm where the wind was cold. Lois could almost imagined she felt the woman's heartbeat transmitted through her naked breasts...

My cow-tits, the blindfolded reporter thought. Without sight, Lois Lane's sense of touch seemed more acute...but fortunately, that didn't seem to trigger any additional transformation. Lois couldn't feel that tell-tale tingle that had plumped out her boobs and ass, that had made her lips ridiculous cocksucking pillows. The reporter shivered, hoping that Zatanna would be able to reverse the changes...no matter how much she had desired these proportions in the moment, the reporter knew she couldn't live as some kind of big-titted bimbo.

They began to descend...and sooner than Lois thought. Maybe they were making a pit stop? The reporter wasn't sure how far or long Power Girl could fly, but she knew that the superheroine had to have a bladder. It only made sense that maybe they couldn't fly straight to Las Vegas or wherever Zatanna was right away.

There was the click of a latch, and then they were inside...Lois could feel the difference in the temperature on her skin. Power Girl shifted Lois about a bit as she closed and locked what the reporter took to be a sliding glass door, like the reporter had on her own balcony.

"Where are we?" Lois asked as Power Girl carried the buxom reporter across the threshold.

"My apartment," Power Girl said.

"Do you take all your dates here?" Lois said. She meant it as a joke, and smiled...but then she felt an edge of uneasiness, and wondered if that was a faux pas. After all, here she was, practically naked and...

"Not many," Power Girl said. "Not for a long time."

Power Girl set Lois on the bed. The strong hands and arms that had held Lois for the last several minutes went away, and there followed other sounds. Lois blinked, thought with the blindfold it made not difference. Her hands explored the bed. It was some kind of embroidered satin bedspread. The reporter wondered what was embroidered there...some kind of animal maybe? Her hands swished across the cloth, almost drowning out the sounds of soft things hitting the plush carpet.

Then the balance of the bed changed. Lois turned as she felt Power Girl climb up onto the bed. Froze like a deer in the headlights as she crawled closer to the reporter...and then a warm, bare hand slid across Lois Lane's collar bone, and the sounds of heavy breathing came closer...

"Power Girl?" Lois said, almost shrinking away from the touch.

"Karen," Power Girl said, and now both hands were on Lois Lane's neck, the side of her face. Guiding the blindfolded reporter's head. Lois could feel the hot breath on her face, and opened her mouth.

The shock of those hot lips against her own almost triggered the urge to fight in Lois...but then a moment past, and the tip of Power Girl's tongue explored the reporter's teeth...and Lois relaxed and melted into that grasp, feeling naked skin press against her fat tits. Gently, Power Girl shifted her grip and guided Lois until she was lying supine on the bed, Power Girl on her side beside her, the heroine's naked body pressed against her own.

She broke the kiss.

"I should tell you," Power Girl said, her voice soft and husky. "I...really have a thing for big tits."