Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Happen When Lois Reaches Her Limit?

Circe Redefines What Lois Lane's Limits Are

The warm liquid was lapping at the reporter's labia. Any minute now, Lois Lane knew, the golden piss would spill over her belly and breasts and splash right in her face. She could almost picture it happening...remembered the taste from last time...and her gorge rose as she wondered if this was going to be her life now, drinking a beautiful woman's piss...

Yet the sorceress had other plans.

"Don't spill a drop," Circe said, that strange tone in her voice that didn't just express a thought, but seemed to chisel it into the air, as though just by the act of speaking she defined what was and what was not.

Something shifted inside Lois. She could feel the muscles of her pussy relax...and then stretch. The reporter grimaced as her pussy opened up, creating a hollow void inside of her...as if some great intangible cock was stretching her cunt out to the maximum.

*tinkle*

The steady yellow stream continued to fill Lois up. Her abdomen ached, muscles stretched and held in an unnatural position. It was reaching the point of pain, but she couldn't relax. Her pussy wouldn't let her. Her mistress wouldn't allow it. The body-warm liquid flowed into the great cavity that was Lois Lane's cunt.

It was nasty and disgusting and...Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she felt a familiar sense of anticipation. Her cunt walls trembled, every nerve on edge as Circe continued to use the reporter as her personal toilet. She hated herself for what was coming...what was about to happen. Tell herself however she liked that she didn't want this, didn't enjoy it, her body knew different.

Lois closed her eyes and stifled a whisper as a tiny orgasm swept through her body. Deep inside her cervix fluttered, sending a little bubble up through the golden pool filling her pussy.

Oh God, Lois realized. That means...some of her piss entered my uterus. It's in my womb!

Lois wanted to retch. There was no part of her that was inviolate now. The very thought of it, the image of that yellow drop slipping through her final defense, shook her to her core.

But Circe wasn't done yet...