End: If You Were Lactating

Why am I rumbling internally?

The thought ran through Lois Lane's brain, and at this point in her night out she wasn't even surprised as deep beneath her sun-bronzed flesh, a terrible pressure began to build within her four sets of breasts. The reporter moaned aloud as her already-sensitive pierced nipples grew suddenly more sensitive—and that wasn't the strangest thing. When Lois looked down at her growing titties, she saw that the nipples were actually growing. The pink areola darkened and thickened, the once small pink nubs slowly swallowing more of the black metal piercings as they each began as thick as her thumb, and darkened to a rich chocolate brown.

The reporter's back ached as the sensitive teats began to sag with their new liquid load. Losi Lane had begun this night with a single pair of modest breasts that never passed a B-cup on her best day, and now she had eight massive, pierced, tanned, tattooed udders...and as Lois watched, she saw the little bumps of her milk glands grow more prominent...and then begin to ooze a pale white fluid.

Circe chuckled as she reached down and grabbed the nearest honker, to give it a squeeze. A wordless cry of sheer pleasure and relief left Lois Lane's mouth as thin jets of milk shot out of her teat—and just like that, all seven of Lois Lane's overloaded udders demanded milking.

Which the sapphic sorceress was more than happy to provide.

Circe's hungry mouth glomped onto the topmost of Lois Lane's spurting, milky tits. Her fingers sank deep into soft, firm titflesh, and rivulets of milk oozed out between them to drip onto the sand. Lois Lane moaned in helpless ecstasy as she squeezed her lowest two breasts, to spray her milk over the naked body of her lover...her mistress...

"Your milk is sweeter than that of a goddess," Circe mumbled, as she gasped for breath.

Lois Lane smiled at the compliment...and offered the sorceress another tit to suck on.

"It's for you," Lois said breathily. "All for you."

The reporter could not see the green glow that came to her eyes as CIrce's enchantments sank into her brain. Lost in a fantastic orgy of lactation, the reporter had no conscious awareness of how her desire to escape, to return to her normal life, vanished slowly from her brain.

After all, Lois thought, as she humped Circe's thigh, and her hungry mouth laid kisses on the villain's face. _Who would milk me?- - - - - -

_

Down below the club, the demon Blaze watched with bemusement as Lois Lane sank into the role of Circe's big-titted milk ****. A part of the demon wondered if she should disrupt the mental locks which would keep the reporter lashed to Circe's side, a horny, dripping, cow of a woman.

Yet she chose not to. While this was far from the fate she had planned when she saw Lois Lane step through her door, it was a fitting end to the Daily Planet's greatest reporter's night out.