Overfill Lois Lane's Tits

Maria disappeared...and when she returned, Lois saw two more bags of milky fluid in her hands. The reporter's eyes widened.

"You're not serious," she said.

"Oh, I'm very serious," the young woman smiled impishly, hanging the bags up beside the others on either side of the reporter.

Lois bit her lower lip. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Even going up to E-cups was insane, and to go even bigger...her fingers couldn't stop rubbing at her clit, pussy gushing at the image of herself with back-breaking tits bigger than her head. What would they even be? H-cups? J-cups? The reporter didn't know...but part of her wanted to. Part of her that kept quiet as Maria lined up the needles next to the other ones.

"Do you know what you're doing?" The reporter felt obliged to ask, even though she wasn't sure how she planned to stop the young woman if she didn't. Maria looked so hot and bothered, Lois wasn't sure even begging and pleading would halt her.

"Oh yeah. I was watching very carefully," Maria stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she let a little fluid out of the tip of the needle, to make sure there were no bubbles in the line, and then lined it up right next to a large blue vein, higher in Lois' left breast.

The reporter winced in pain as the needle slipped in, a hard, cold sting that, and Maria taped it in place. Lois tried not to breathe too deeply, so as not to disturb the needle. She winced again as the young woman repeated the process for her right tit. Then she stepped back, letting the strange biochemical cocktail begin to flow inside the reporter's breasts.

It was crazy. Within a few seconds Lois cool feel the cool liquid seeping in, and watched as her breast-flesh around the punctures. There was no immediate outward physical change, but after a minute or two they began to feel swollen and puffy.

Maria's eyes gleamed, fingering herself openly now.

"Twice as big," she murmured. "Twice as fast. Going to make you an absolute big-tit freak."

Lois stared down at her girls. "I don't want to be a freak..." she mumbled. Yet her fingers couldn't stop rubbing her pussy, eyes locked on her growing tits.

The pressure was building inside of them, skin already feeling too-tight. What would she look like when they were done? would they hang down to her navel, or would they jut out? If they were at all natural, Lois would expect a bit of sag...but then this was some kind of erotic super-science. An itching, crawling sensation crept across the reporter's underboobs, and she wasn't sure if that was the **** taking effect or some psychosomatic reaction, her mind filling in the gap as she waited for her tits to swell.