End: Filling Them With Milk

The crimson fingers pressed tight against the reporter's sensitive nipples...and then Lois Lane gasped as she felt the fingers slip inside her breasts, the pale skin rippling like water. There was no break, no blood, but Lois moaned as the fingers dug around inside her small breasts, pinching and poking, as the demon's dick made a bright ring of pain out of the reporter's asshole.

"You don't have to be pregnant to lactate," the demon lowered her head to whisper in the reporter's ear. "Every human being has the genes...it's just a question of triggering the right conditions in the individual's body...of course, we can't wait for your milk to come in."

Lois moaned as the dickgirl raised her legs so that she could slam her cock deep into the reporter's asshole with long, easy strokes, her heavy scrotum smacking into the reporter's pudenda with each slam of the dick deep inside of Lois...and the more Blaze groped about inside of her tits, the more Lois could feel...something happening...

"Fat starts to build up...milk glands swell larger...lactating breasts become denser, heavier, the skin stretches, the nipples darken and change shape, swelling, the milk ducts becoming more prominent..."

The slap-slap-slap of the demon's testes punctuated her dry lecture...but the pain in Lois Lane's asshole had become a kind of steady burning. The muscles relaxing a little, the lubed-up dick slipping in and out a little easier.

Great Caesar's ghost! Lois realized. I'm getting used to this!

Her breasts, though...Lois could feel the weight increase. The pressure building on her skin. The reporter's titties were aching, especially her sensitive, swollen nipples. Sometimes during her period she experienced some bloating, and had to move up from an A-cup to a B-cup...but this felt different. Lois could feel the ten fingers stab deep inside her breast, almost to the bone.

"For many women, their breasts start to sag. Skin is overstretched, loses its elasticity. Muscle grows weaker. But not you. Oh no, Lois. I want you to have proud titties. Just bigger...swollen with milk. A real pair of udders."

Lois grunted, wondering what she had gotten herself into with her devil's bargain.

"Did you know some women who start to lactate never stop?" Blade's voice cut through the reporter like a knife. It was like being fucked in the ear. "You'll be one of those women. My little gift to you. I'm going to tie it into your very soul, just as I'm going to mark your ass as mine exclusively."

The fingers slid out of the reporter's breasts...and Lois looked down. They looked bigger...skin taut and pink, the blue veins prominent beneath the skin, the nipples swollen bigger than she had ever seen them.

"It'll take a few hours for your new milkers to fill up," Blaze said. "But don't worry...I can fuck this ass all night long."

Lois Lane bit back a supply. She grit her teeth and leaned forward, letting her new breasts sway as Blaze's cock continued to churn up her colon. She had agreed to do this to help those women...but now Lois was looking beyond the end of her night out, and wondering what her life would be like now. How often would Blaze fuck her ass? Would her breasts really never stop lactating? Strange and terrible questions, to which Lois didn't have any answers...at least not yet.

The reporter moaned as the heat in her ass grew, and reached down between her legs to rub her stiff little clit. She would just have to see what tomorrow would bring...