End: Full Udders

When Lois Lane had been about thirteen years old, just old enough to start to get Those Talks about the birds and the bees, sex and pregnancy, she and her sister had gone out to a dairy farm one hot summer day. They'd been ushered into the stall by the red-cheeked farmer, a woman that looked like she could cheerfully rip a pack of playing cards in half, and sat down on a stool before a cow.

A cow very much in need of milking. The great swollen pink teats had been as big as the young girl's head, painfully bloated and so heavy that they dragged at the animal's skin. The young Lois Lane hadn't been shown how to milk her—the woman had **** her to grab those soft dugs in her hand, to feel the fluid-swollen flesh, warm and living in her hand. To hear the cow low as she squeezed the teat, warm milk splashing into the bucket, giving sweet relief to the animal.

Lois had never imagined having a pair of udders herself.

The massive tits dragged at the reporter's skin, each breast swollen taught and hanging off her chest like a basketball, the engorged nipples standing out nearly half an inch, dark and brown. Pain blossomed in the reporter's shoulders as the skin hung taut from her collarbone. Lois slid her hands under them and lifted, feeling the heavy milkbags shift...it was like picking up a pair of water balloons bigger than her head, each one full to bursting.

"By Satan you're magnificent," Blaze breathed as the corona of black lightning finally died down.

"By Satan my tits hurt," Lois said, grimacing. "I...I think I need to be milked..."

"Yesss..." Blaze hissed. "You will be. I've already called the women...they're on their way here...but first."

Crimson palms clapped against the reporter's shoulders. Top-heavy and unused to her new center of gravity, the pregnant reporter felt backwards onto the bed. She grunted, pinned beneath her massive milkers, which settled against her chest.

Undaunted, cock hard and dripping the demonic dickgirl climbed on top of Lois, sliding her prick along the reporter's sternum.

"What...the fuck...do you think...you're doing?" Lois huffed, finding it harder to draw breath with the added weight on her chest. She was definitely going to be sleeping on her side for the foreseeable future.

Red hands gripped the sides of the reporter's swollen funbags and squeezed them together, crushing the warm titflesh around her crimson cock. Dribbles of milk leaked out from the dark tits.

"I need to titfuck you," Blaze said. "You have no idea."

Lois pouted. She'd never had enough boobs to really do this before, and wasn't quite clear on what she should do.

"You're going to let the addicted women drink, right? And they'll be cured?"

"Absolutely. May I drink Nazarene piss if I break my word," Blaze said. She bit her lower lip as she shoved her cock forward.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter laid back, meditating on what her life had become as a demonic dickgirl slid her cock inbetween her bloated, aching tits. The reporter brought her hands up to the sides of her quivering, quaking boobs, helping to hold them up and tight as the Satanic schlong slid against her sensitive sweater puppies.

They were warm beneath her hands, in a way that Lois had never noticed with her old breasts—and she was already thinking of them as her old breasts. It was hard to picture them now, with the great swollen, milky globes resting on her chest. A pair of fat fucking udders that were indisputably hers.

She could feel the hard cock squeezed between her tits. See the crimson helmet pop out from between the mashed-together breasts like an obscene game of whack-a-mole. So close to her face in fact that if Lois just tilted her head...and opened her mouth...

The head of the demon's dick slid onto her tongue like Lois was rolling out the red carpet for a celebrity appearance. The heavy testicles slammed against the reporter's underboob as the head popped all the way into her mouth, and almost by instinct Lois found her lips closed beneath the great flanged helmet and began to suckle.

Slowly, awkwardly, Lois began to shift her tits back and forth, fellating the shaft between her udders. Milk leaked out of her funbags in pale streams, and Blaze was moaning in apparent ecstasy. The reporter wondered if this was better than her pussy...or if, perhaps, her demonic paramour simply had a fetish.

It didn't really matter to Lois as the first salty drop of precum hit the back of her tongue and slid down her throat. The pangs of her addiction were awoken, an awesome hunger for jizz that made her suck harder, stroke her fits against the fat shaft faster, neglected pussy clenching and unclenching uselessly as she focused all her attention on the big dick right in front of her face, between her tits, ready to explode.

Lois heard the door to her apartment open...women's voices, loud and chattery...and then Blaze did cum, and the reporter was absorbed with swallowing her salty load, slurping loudly, all attention given to sucking out every drop of seed. When the scarlet succubus had squeezed out ever bit of sperm, she pulled her prick from the reporter's lips with a wet pop.

For women stood around her. Lois Lane, a little dazed, recognized the missing women. She knew their names, their majors, when they had been reported missing...

"Drink up, ladies," Blaze said, kneeling down to rub at the gentle swell of the reporter's abdomen. "Drink, and be free."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter laid her head back as the nearest two women crawled onto the bed. Hungry lips gripped her swollen nipples and...Lois almost came, then and there, at the twin stimulation of her super-sensitive nips. At the sweet release of the milk into their eager mouths, the lessening of pressure that eased the ache, at least a little. She had so much milk to give...

"Don't worry," Blaze patted her stomach. "There'll be plenty left for the baby."

And that was how the night ended for Lois Lane. Tomorrow was vague and uncertain. She wasn't sure if she had any shirts that would fit her milky tits, much less an explanation for how she had gone from B-cups to something beyond the limits of normal bra classification literally overnight.

Then she felt the demon's hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit in gentle circles as the women eagerly sucked at her swollen tits like newborn babes...and Lois didn't think of much of anything for a long time.