End: Blaze Milks Lois

It all happened so fast. There was a bucket, and a three-legged milking stool. The wet, naked reporter hung onto a metal bar mounted to the wall of the shower. It was warm enough that the reporter wasn't cold, but she shivered anyway. Warm, knocking hands grasped her teats and tugged...

...and with each pull, Lois Lane could feel her milk spurt.

The reporter moaned, wet trails dripped down her legs. Every tug on her super-sensitive teats made her whole body quiver and shake. Her brain went blank, silver sparks burst before her eyes...and as the milk squirted into the bucket below her, Lois Lane held onto the bar with a white-knuckle grip, utterly enraptured with climax after climax.

Blaze's hands worked swiftly but steadily. She stroked the swollen, inhuman udders that hung from the reporter's chest in place of the once petite breasts. Palms clasped around teats the size of a human thumb. The demon knew how to treat a cow gently; she didn't want to hurt Lois...indeed, she was already imagining the possibilities.

"Most cows need to be milked every day," Blaze said as she pulled, and Lois Lane's violet eyes went blank as a climax burned through her brain. "And you've got two udders here that any milchcow would prize. I think you're going to need to be milked twice a day."

The demon let go of one teat and drew the other down, squeezing from the top to the bottom, white milk sprayed out into the bucket.

"Uuuuh..." Lois managed.

"Of course, you'll want to hide your cow-tits from your co-workers," Blaze smiled. "I imagine once your chest is drained, you'll regain most of your intelligence. We'll fit you with a binder. It'll be tough on you...but I'll be there to help you. You want me to keep milking you, don't you sweetmeat?"

"M-m-m..." Lois tried to say, but as Blaze switched to a new teat, the reporter's brain went blank again. "muuuuuuuh!"

"Yes," Blaze said as though Lois had just agreed with her. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. A big-titted cow like you needs a friend to give her a firm hand every now and again."

Liquid burst from the reporter's pussy as the demon's hand pulled down. Lois Lane's knees knocked together as she squirted so hard that she grew light-headed, tongue lolling out of her mouth, face a mask of pure brainless bliss.

The pink sacks that hung from the petite woman's chest were visibly deflated now. The milky nipples wet and swollen. Blaze hefted on of them in both hands and eyed it critically.

"I should apply some bag balm too. Once I start milking you regularly, you'll start to fill up even more."

Lois Lane couldn't even nod. She simply stared straight ahead, lost in a mindless trance. Eventually, she would recover...and Blaze would be there, her new friend, helping the reporter to get dressed, to find her way home...and in the morning when Lois Lane woke with that terrible pressure on her chest, that ****, terrible need to relieve herself, Blaze would be there with her bucket and her stool.

It was the beginning of a strange and terrible friendship, of sorts.