End: Lois Lane's Udders Are Drained Dry

Lois lifted her shirt...that's why she had come here, after all, to use her milk to free these women from their addiction to the demon's seed...and hungry mouths latched on to her nipples. The reporter bit her lip at the sudden suction, to keep from moaning out loud...but her knees shook and when Blaze's hands slid under her armpits, Lois gratefully leaned back against the demonic dickgirl as the whores drank their fill.

It was nothing that the Daily Planet's reporter had ever experienced, or ever thought she would experience: held aloft in a filthy alley as addicted prostitutes sucked on her big, fat titties...

Except as the women drank, switching off as they became sated so another might take their place, Lois noticed that her tits weren't quite as plump as they used to be.

At first, Lois didn't quite notice. The skin became less ripe-tomato taut, but they were still sizable, much bigger than her old, small, firm breasts. Then she became aware of the blue veins growing more prominent, standing out on the surface more and more clearly...and with an anguished moan, Lois realized that her tits were being drained.

Blaze held the reporter in place as she struggled, yet as each woman went away, her eyes clearing, the next latched on to the hard, erect, achingly sore nipples...and one by one they wandered off, so that the alley was slowly becoming depopulated...and Lois Lane's once-massive titties were sagging, the excessive skin wrinkling at the top as her massive mammaries were emptied one mouthful at a time.

"No..." Lois whispered in horror. A part of her wanted to grab at the last two women latched onto her sagging, deflated tits, but Blaze stopped her and held her tight. Tears formed in the reporter's eyes...and at last, sanity returned to the eyes of the women...they stared in confusion at Lois, at their own clothes...and then they left, silently, without a word.

Leaving only Lois and Blaze, to contemplate the utter ruin that was the reporter's breasts.

Once, they had been small, yet firm, perfectly-shaped half-teardrops with small pink nipples. Now, the breasts hung flat against her just, the stretched skin plain, the nipples dark and grotesquely lage against the paucity of actual tit-tissue remaining.

"No good deed," the demon whispered. "Goes unpunished. All those women will go back to their lives, disgusted with what they had done, but freed from their addiction to my demonic cum...and what about you, Lois? What do you get out of this, for the sacrifice of your tits?"

The demon's tongue slithered into the reporter's ears, and Lois shuddered.

"Maybe I'll wrap your deflated sacks around my cock and let you suck me off. Would you like that? Or perhaps I'll send you back into the world as you are...Lois Lane, flat-chested, with nipples hanging down to her belly button. A freak."

Anger flared through the reporter, and she pulled away from the demon with sudden ****. She whirled to face the succubus, her breasts flailing like tube-socks from her chest.

"It doesn't matter," Lois said hotly. "I won!"

Blaze smiled back. "Yes...and no. You still owe me, Lois. A kiss, when and where I wish. I will hold you to that...and in the meantime, I give you leave. I hope you have enjoyed your night out."

So saying, the demon left the saggy-breasted reporter there...and Lois pulled down her shirt and zipped up her jacket, sick at heart for what she had gained and what she had lost...and for an outstanding debt that she still owed.

The devil, Lois Lane knew, would have her due.