Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

"Thank you, but I'm not thirsty," Lois smiled, trying to project calm instead of nervousness. The lavender-haired woman smiled, not ungently. "No, **you are thirsty**." She whispered. "Your mouth is dry, your tongue is parched, your lips cry out...**kneel**." Strength seemed t...

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Chapter 10

Too late, Lois Lane felt the sorceress' hands clamp onto the sides of her head, holding her face in place and grinding the reporter's nose against the older woman's clitoris. Deep inside of the twat, Lois could feel the Circe's tight walls flex, muscles working. A scent, sharp an...

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Chapter 11

Circe walked away from Lois, out of the pavilion. The reporter still could hardly believe how real it seemed...as though they really were on some Mediterranean beach, far away from Metropolis. She considered, briefly, running back for the door...back to where the world made sense...

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Chapter 12

Circe left her there alone for a moment. The pain went on. Lois was afraid to touch her wound, her mind running through all the dangers of infection, getting dirt or sand into the wound...but the pain kept her on her back, unable to move, to sit up, body still recovering from th...

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Chapter 13

Once, Lois had fallen asleep while tanning on a hot, sunny beach. In her dreams, she had been walking through a vast and eternal desert beneath a cloudless sky that seemed to go on forever, without even a breeze to offer a moment's respite. She had woken up feeling absolutely bak...

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Chapter 14

Lois Lane woke up again, head spinning. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the sun on the beach lay on the sunset, a burning orange ball that hurt her eyes. Then her body swung gently in the breeze, and Lois realized it wasn't her head that was spinning. She was. Sof...

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Chapter 15

Lois Lane's throat was hoarse from screaming. Circe was admiring her handiwork, which though the reporter couldn't see it, she could feel. Like her breasts were going to be ripped off. Swollen, purple, nipples stretched by the weights applied by the rings...and that wasn't the wo...

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Chapter 16

There was an ache in Lois Lane's back. The unfamiliar weight on her chest was taxing her muscles. The reporter had always heard of women with large breasts experiencing back pain, but with her modest, palmable tits she had never really felt it herself...until now. The ten-kilogr...

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Chapter 17

The words poured out the reporter's mouth, and her tan cheeks darkened in a blush as she realized what she had said. It was so difficult to measure how big breasts really were—bra sizes were so deceitful, and implants were based on volume—and tits themselves had such a tendency t...

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Chapter 18

Ever since Lois Lane had even had any breasts worth talking about, her nipples had been an impossible distance. Utterly insurmountable. It was more likely that Lois would become a contortionist and able to press her lips against her own pussy than it was for her to one day lick h...

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Chapter 19

Green fire glowed through the veins of Lois Lane's titanic tits. She dropped the nipple from her mouth and collapsed backwards into the chair that appeared behind her. The sorceress was shaking, flecks of froth at the corners of her mouth as emerald light burned in her palms so b...

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Chapter 20

Lois Lane blinked, suddenly thinking clearer. Circe swayed toward her, obviously having expended a considerable amount of power in the reporter's sudden explosion of mass. Even as Lois looked, however, the sorceress was regaining her equilibrium...and the reporter realized she ha...

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Chapter 17

The image came to Lois Lane in a flash. Big breasts were one thing—but a part of her had always yearned for the utterly unnatural size and shape of the really huge implants. Polypropylene string implants had only been available for a limited time, before being outlawed wherever c...

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Chapter 18

The world blurred around Lois Lane. She felt for a moment as if she was falling. Nothing beneath her feet. No rope holding her up, no weights pulling her down. Just falling forward, dragged down by the weight of her massive mammaries. Except...Circe clung to her. One hand buried...

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Chapter 16

"...but magic allows so many more possibilities. So very many more," Circe said, drunk on her own power. Green fire burned in her eyes, and flowed down her arms. The sorceress released the reporter's tortured tits, and slid down Lois Lane's torso, to fasten just beneath the breas...

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Chapter 17

"It's hard to stop when you're having fun..." Circe murmured. Her hands moved up and down the reporter's body, squeezing the small, palmable breasts in her hands. Admiring the eight tits that now graced the reporter's body, the dark tattoos shifting to adjust to the reporter's ne...

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Chapter 18

Which is how Circe ended up naked atop a table she had conjured onto the burning sands. The reporter felt the heat of the sun beat down on her bronzed, tattooed skin as she poured olive oil from an urn into her palms, and began to rub them on her sensitive, pierced tits. More th...

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Chapter 19

_Why am I rumbling internally?_ The thought ran through Lois Lane's brain, and at this point in her night out she wasn't even surprised as deep beneath her sun-bronzed flesh, a terrible pressure began to build within her four sets of breasts. The reporter moaned aloud as her alr...

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Chapter 15

Two chains hung from the rings on the reporter's nipples. On these, the sorceress hung small, flat, u-shaped washers of gold. Lois Lane found herself trying to hold her breath, to minimize the swaying as Circe slid more and more washers onto the chains...the weight increasing, a...

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Chapter 16

"Oh...do your tits hang low? Do they wobble to and fro, Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder, Like a regimental soldier? Oh do your tits...hang...lowwww..." Lois Lane was standing straight now. Head hanging down. Tear...