End: Lois Is Too Tired From Cumming Her Brains Out

They moaned in unison, when the cycling dildoes reached their peak...and the hours of the night waned on. Lois Lane felt her eyelids grow heavy. Her nipples ached, and that aching soreness seemed to seep deep into her tits. She had lost track of how many times something had been pumped into her ass, only for it to be sucked out again. Barely could she keep her eyes open on the screen...where women were passed out, bloated tits leaking. They were being fucked even in their sleep, hard cocks pounded into their holes, limbs limp...

The reporter found herself nodding off. It was so weird to feel her head dip down, only to catch herself and raise it back up. The dildoes vibrated in her cunt and ass softly, and Lois almost felt like they were luring her to sleep...a pleasant buzz that induced an even deeper state of comfort than if they had only laid still, plugging her holes.

For a moment, the events of the night came back to Lois in startling clarity. She could not keep her brain from replaying the events of the night. The nurse. The procedure. Watching the movies with Maria. Those warm fingers against her pussy. The way her breasts ached and grew...and grew...

Lois Lane's eyes fell down, away from the screen, to look at her pale, bloated breasts that lay on the tray table. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed slowly and deeply...and her pale milkers, impossibly bigger than they had been before, lay soft, almost half-melted on the tray table before her. The suction had eased...but despite that, Lois could see and feel the trickle of white fluid leaking from her nipples...without the suction it was simply pooling at the bottom of the cups.

Around her, the busty reporter heard the soft snores start. One by one, the women she had come to find were dropping off to sleep. Like they'd had a long hard night of getting milked and fucked, and they were absolutely exhausted from all of it.

Lois knew how they felt.

Her head hung down. The buzz of the dildoes was on the lowest level, barely perceptible. There was a fuzziness in her head, but Lois was sure that was just from how tired she was. It had been so long since she'd slept...and the soft snores of the women around her were not helping. Dimly the reporter knew that she had been here too long, that she should get up, get out of here, before...before...

In her cunt and ass, the dildoes began to vibrate faster.

Lois could hear it start around her. The motors in the chairs thrumming in tune. The women were used to it, sleeping through it, but the exhausted reporter was still awake as she felt the suction pull at her nipples again, the milk draining down into the hoses. Soft massaging motors in the chair rumbling into life...and Lois could no longer bring herself out of her seat. Her arms and legs were jelly, her ass was almost numb, and she felt her cunny leak until she was sitting in a warm pool of her own juices.

Around her, the soft snores were interspersed with softer gasps as the women came in their sleep. Lois wondered what they were dreaming about.

She didn't have to wonder long.

Lex Luthor smiled as he saw Lois Lane, her fat tits wobbling as the **** reporter was milked in her sleep. The growth had been steady, as he knew it would be. The new formulation was more effective than with his original test subjects. Of course, that did come with certain risks...but none of the subjects were using all of their brains anyway.

"Who cares if the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter has lost a few IQ points," he wondered aloud. "When she has milk jugs like that?"