Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois see?

A Literal Pair of Udders

She could almost imagine what those cow-tits would look like. As big as basketballs, great, massive, bigger-than-her-head tits that flowered with milk. The kind of tits that should hang underneath a cow for a calf to suckle on and a farmer to tug at her great pink teats every day...

The weight pulled at the reporter's shoulders. Her eyes opened, and she stared down at her chest—hopeful, expectant, horny.

The size was everything she had hoped for. It took Lois Lane's breath away to see the immense, round sacks that hung now from her chest, where before bare palmfuls had delicately sat above her pectoral muscles. Except there was something...wrong.

They were pink. Not the delicate pale peach of the rest of her skin, but a deep pink, and the veins were prominent over the surface. So round, that they almost looked artificial. Lois frowned and reached up to grasp her new tits...and found two surprises.

One was how readily, easily her hand could deform her massive, head-sized funbags. They weren't like the silicone-filled sacs of porn stars, they were all real, all-natural...

...and filled with milk.

The reporter's knees buckled as four white streams burst out to spray against the wall of the shower. Angelica Blaze's caught the reporter under her armpits, but the reporter couldn't think, couldn't find her footing. She stared uncomprehendingly as four pink teats, as big as her thumb, came into view.

"Looks like somebody needs to be milked," Angelica Blaze whispered into Lois Lane's ear.