"Can You...Do The Other One?"

Lois Lane squirmed on the edge of the bed. She disliked asking the question, but the sight of her lopsided breasts was...disquieting. One breast was small, taught, with that half-teardrop shape, while the other was swollen, heavy, the weight causing it to sag slightly, the nipple puffy and bigger than the other, like a round berry compared to the pink eraser-tip of her unsucked tit.

"I suppose I could..." the demonic dickgirl declared. "But the question is, what shall you do for me in return?"

The reporter's hands, down by her sides, were clenched into fists. She **** her voice to be calm.

"What do you want to even out my breasts?"

One finger with a long nail teased the reporter's untouched nipple. Lois endured it quietly as it traced a lazy spiral outwards on her breast.

"A kiss."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "Just a kiss?"

"A kiss, as though given to someone you love," the demon declared. "When and where I ask it."

The reporter frowned. She could think of any number of obscene places she might be asked to kiss...but as she looked down at her deformed chest, the reporter sighed.

"Deal."

With a Mona Lisa smile, Blaze knelt down...and Lois felt what she had felt before, as those hot lips clasped onto her breast...and began to suck. Inside the reporter's small breast, the biological mechanisms began to work once more...and Lois could not suppress a shudder and moan as the pressure built, skin stretching as her milk began to come in.