Chapter 11 by Zeebop

How Does Circe Breed Lois?

Artificial Insemination

"Lucky for my little sow," Circe said, as she grabbed the reporter's butt and squeezed the firm flesh. "I know just how to knock little piggies up. The farmer gets some prize pig sperm...and puts it in a syringe just like this one."

Lois did not see where the large plastic syringe in the sorceress' hand came from. She simply blinked and it was there, a weirdly shaped plastic syringe filled with a milky white liquid. The reporter managed a plaintive oink at the sight, her pussy clamping tight...but Circe was having none of that.

"You like it? They make them in the shape of a pig's penis...because that's what fits best in little porker cunts like yours."

The sorceress knelt down on one knee, and Lois saw that at her feet there was a bucket of grease. The reporter's upturned noise couldn't block out the stench of the goo; it reminded the reporter of fried food, greasy spot diners, and above all else...bacon. Her stomach turned a little, but her mouth started to salivate.

Circe dipped her hand in the grease and began to rub it up and down the weird porcine plunger. Lois couldn't bring herself to look away. It had to be seven or eight inches long, and the head was different than a human cock, somewhat flatter and pointed, with a wider, tear-shaped urethra. It bulged at the middle and tapered slightly at the ends...and that bulge in the middle worried Lois. It was as thick as her own fist.

"Now piggy, it's time to give you some piglets," Circe smiled maniacally. One hand gripped the reporter's ass hard, pulled at the cheek to expose her pussy.