We're Going To Be Breast Friends

Maria hugged Lois close...and the reporter saw that the young woman's breasts were expanding too. The red light of the nipple piercing was quickly swallowed by expanding tit-flesh as the young woman's breasts pushed into Lois Lane's growing bosom. The reporter winced, her recently-pierced nipple still extremely sore and sensitive.

"Wait, what are..."

Lips mashed into her own. Hands fumbled, groping and grasping the reporter's burgeoning tits. Lois Lane's knee, somehow found its way in between Maria's legs and the woman slid along it, her wet pussy leaving a streak along the reporter's thigh.

Strange pleasures flared through the reporter's body as every touch and shift of her breasts sent erotic signals through her body. The warm, generous mouth on hers was eager, insistent, the tongue pried against her teeth, and when Lois finally surrendered it slipped in like an eel slithering into its den.

Tits squished as Lois let herself be pinned against the mattress. Maria's knee came down to rub against the reporter's own pussy, their combined breasts swelling steadily heavier. The warm soft pillows cushioned and rolled between them, and Lois was lost for a moment in the ecstasy of growing and groping, bringing her own hands up to grab and squeeze at her young lover's smaller but rapidly expanding bosom.

It's not like I have a breast fetish, Lois told herself. But I can definitely see how someone would get one.

Lois couldn't even tell how big her breasts were growing—either her major ones up top, or the new supernumerary mammaries that had sprouted below. A part of her didn't want to know. Just wanted to keep growing, bigger and bigger...

"When is it going to stop?" The reporter gasped, when Maria finally came up for air. "How big am I—are we—going to get?"

Maria grabbed a fistful of the reporter's teat. Lois had seen E-cup bras; she wasn't sure that one of them could fit her chest in its current size.

"How big do you want?" Maria shot back.