They Could Be Bigger

"Bimbos like bigger boobies," Lois Lane said, as she stared into Circe's eyes.

The green light was reflected in the reporter's pupils. The sorceress' fingers sank into the breasts, which had more than tripled in size, from bare palmfuls to something approaching small melons. Yet the green light that flowed from Circe's fingertips into the pale spheres of softly swelling flesh grew brighter, not dimmer.

"Bimbos love bigger boobies," Circe whispered.

"Bimbos love bigger boobies," Lois repeated mechanically, as the green light seemed to pierce straight into her cloudy brain.

"These aren't breasts anymore," Circe told her. "These are tits."

"Tits," Lois repeated.

"Big bimbo tits," Circe insisted, as the green fire spread further. The breasts in her hands had not ceased to grow, now unnaturally spherical as if with implants. Small blemishes disappeared from the reporter's skin as it stretched to accommodate the two swelling masses, the muscles in hr back developed more definition as they too grew to accommodate the growing weight. Lois Lane's ass, never her most prominent feature, began to film and gently push outward.

"Big bimbo tits," Lois said obediently, the last word a slur as the green veins of light touched her lips, the gently blossomed into cunt-sucking, pillows.

"Massive. Fucking. Tits." Circe hissed, and her fingers were almost enveloped by the swollen tit-flesh now, each orb nearly the size of the reporter's head and showing no sign of stopping. The reporter's eyes blazed with the captured radiance of Circe's magic, and her raven-dark hair began to grow down her back, the tips turning a faint shade of lavender, just like Circe's.

"Mathive. Fucking. Titth." Lois lisped with her swollen cunt-lappers.

Circe grinned, a maniac gleam in her eye as her power overrode what was left of the reporter's brain.

"When I'm done with you, you're going to be more tit than woman. The biggest bimbo in the world. A freak. Not good for anything other than to be a walking, breathing, climaxing fuck toy."

"Fuck toy," Lois repeated, dreamily, as the bottom of her now-massive tits crept down to the lower edge of her rib-cage, the two unnaturally perky breasts the size of basketballs, jutting forward from her chest, glowing from within like twin lamps as Circe continued to pump more of her power into the helpless reporter.