Titty Explosion

The last thing Lois Lane saw before the orgasm hit her were the breasts of the four women swinging back and forth as the **** of Blaze's thrusts rippled through the human sexipede. The hanging tits moved in time, like an obscene Newton's cradle, the modest boobs flopping together...

Then the power surged through her, and exploded out of her like an invisible stream of ****. The reporter's gaze intensified and her eyes grew hot, unable to blink as the accumulated erotic energy was shaped by her passing thought...and the swinging tits grew.

Lois shuddered, leaning harder against Circe's face, feeling the immortal sorceress' tongue extended to its full length in her hot cunt...but the erotic thrill that shook her form had little to do with any skill at cunnilingus. Before her, the modest-sized tits began to expand, growing larger and heavier.

A terrible second puberty was hitting the women, their sagging teats pulling down at their chests, panic in their eyes as modest B and C-cups swelled into E's and Fs, the bloated breasts more than doubling in size and mass. Now they were really swinging, moving back and forth like pendulums, nipples scraping their elbows...

It was a slow-motion explosion of tit flesh, happening in real time, and Lois ached at the sight of those blossoming bosoms, one hand sneaking to her own perpetually tiny titties. A part of her wished that she could know what it was like...but another part of her knew that this was all a terrible mistake, an error. If they didn't stop the demon Blaze's ascension, the reporter's minuscule mammaries would be the least of her worries.

Blaze, however, her cock still buried in the lead woman's mouth, could not see the strange and terrible transformation that took place. If she heard their moans of distress, she gave no sign. Lois swallowed hard, excitement building inside of her. The game wasn't up yet. They could still do this!

"Get on the ground," Lois whispered to Circe. "I'm going to sit on your face. We need to try again!"