End: Lois Milks Herself During The Interview

With great misgivings, Lois Lane sat on the edge of the bed. Luthor found and pulled up a chair. His green eyes watched with fascination as she settled the clear plastic cups on her bared nipples. A word or two was all she needed to get things settled correctly. The pump itself was a hand-held device. A few quick pulls, and she could feel the change in pressure, the cups drawn tight against her boobs. She could see her stiff, puffy nipples quiver inside the cups, and inside Lois could feel the soreness and pressure increase...though it wasn't entirely unpleasant...

"Contrary to popular belief," Luthor said. "Breast size does not automatically correlate with milk production. Breast size is mostly a factor of body fat, while the milk glands are comparatively slight in proportion. A small-breasted woman can still produce enough milk to feed a child. It isn't like cows with udders, you know."

Lois Lane frowned...and with her free hand reached into her pocket and turned on the smartphone's audio recording. She hoped the crying of the babies wouldn't drown out his voice. Now that she had Lex where she wanted him, she was determined to make the most of this interview.

"Is that what you think of your Surrogate Corps?" The reporter said. "As milch cows?"

Lex smiled. His eyes were focused, not on her face, but on her breasts. Instinctively, Lois had kept pumping, the pressure on her teats growing more and more, and with it the pressure.

"Not at all. The Surrogacy Corps addresses a genuine need—fertility rates are falling in developing nations, and many women are finding it more and more difficult to find gainful employment and escape poverty. The Corps meets both needs, providing a valuable service and suitable compensation." He smiled as he saw a white drop bead on each of the reporter's nipples.

"You...that's prostitution," Lois said, her voice suddenly shaking. Her hand kept opening and closing, pumping more and more. Her chest heaved as a sense of anticipation built and built inside of her. In the cups, golden-white beads dripped down from her nipples. A single drop each...and yet Lois kept pumping, automatically, unable to stop herself.

"No more so than any other surrogacy. LexCorp is simply industrializing the process, improving the economic potential of the surrogates. Collective bargaining on rates, lowering healthcare and housing costs by organizing collective housing situations like this one...and there are potential spinoff applications. Pregnant porn, for example. I should imagine you might enjoy that."

Lois opened her mouth...and couldn't mutter a word, a soft moan cutting off her next question. The tit-flesh inside the cups had swollen and grown redder, and a steady stream of which was leaking from her nipples.

"Of course, to best facilitate our talent, we are using rather non-traditional methods to ensure conception and cooperation," Luthor said with a smug smile. "You have seen for yourself how suggestible you become, especially with a bit of physical stimulus."

"Uh," Lois Lane managed. Her body shuddered, uncontrollably, her hand still pumping steadily. Her other hand found its way to her pants, rubbing and squeezing at her crotch above her clothes.

"Pregnancy brain is real, I'm afraid. A kind of neurological haze that comes from hormones during pregnancy, lessening the ability to concentrate and recall. Our kryptonite-pregnancy process seems to induce a rather **** version of it. However, we find this state is very useful for long-term indoctrination of new Corps members," Luthor's eyes finally shifted from the reporter's breasts to her vacant eyes. "A much better term than 'brain-washing,' don't you think?"

Lois wasn't listening. Her hand had found its way inside her pants. She grunted like an animal as her fingers plunged into her swamped cunt.

"Normally, it takes multiple sessions. Our earlier subjects—those missing women you've come to find—were quite recalcitrant until we refined the process. I'm rather quite impressed at how readily you've taken to it. I can only imagine you had some subconscious desire to get pregnant, or possibly a pregnancy kink, which facilitated your susceptibility. However, we will ask you to stay with us for a few nights so that you can be subject to a few more sessions."

"Aaagh!" Lois cried out as an electric shiver went up her spine. It felt like she had pissed her pants...but the clear pussy juice that ran down her legs and dripped out at the ankles onto the floor. She listed in place, and Lex was on his feet in an instant.

Gently, he took Lois by the shoulders and guided her to lay down in the bed. White drops of milk flowed up the clear tubes toward a reservoir.

Her violet eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. Hand still clutching at the pump. Luthor smiled.

"Of course, to receive maximum return on our investment, we're planning on making sure the surrogates produce in sufficient quantity to justify our efforts," he said. One hand brushed the dark hair from the reporter's face. Lois moaned and writhed. "Your working life might be fifteen or twenty pregnancies, with multiples, if there aren't too many health problems that arise."

Lex Luthor's deep chuckle was captured perfectly by Lois Lane's smartphone...but the reporter herself was lost in a haze...a haze that Lois might not awaken from truly for a long, long time, lost as she was in the stimulation, the terrible reality of her strange pregnancy...and the first of many.