End: No One Saves Lois Lane

Lois Lane, bound and gagged, held down by the four women she had come to save, could only watch as the line of demonic cum slid through the clear tube into her mouth. She squirmed, but could do nothing as it slid down her throat. All the way into her stomach.

She could feel it in her gut, a sort of cold liquid weight, like she had always imagined it was like with a beer bong. Yet was it her imagination, or was there a growing heat inside of her? Lois face flushed as she felt a building itch in her pussy, unable to scratch it, and hoping it was just psychosomatic, not the evil jizz working its way through her body.

Blaze set the empty behind her and twisted the cap off of a fresh bottle.

"These ladies spent weeks drinking my cum, a sip at a time. The changes were slow for them. It took a while for them to become obvious. Even now, after having regular daily doses, their little cocks and balls are so tiny."

The demon poured the second bottle of jizz into the funnel.

"I have more hopes for you, though, Lois. Your body has responded very well. Maybe it's better for one big, concentrated dose, hmm? Let's see how much you can take."

Bottle after bottle. The itch in her crotch grew to a burning, almost painful. The reporter's stomach felt over-full, yet with every empty bottle set down Blaze reached into the box for another full one. For a while Lois wondered if she was still in the grip of the Scarecrow's fear-****, her body locked in some nightmare hallucination. But it all seemed so real...the distension of her stomach, the weight settling on her diaphragm, the uncomfortable hose in her throat.

All too real.

Worse, the sexual flush had spread over the reporter's body. Lois could feel her nipples hard and **** to be sucked, her mouth salivating, her body feverish. Even her eyes felt hot, as in the middle of sickness, and there was a spreading soreness in her hips, a pressure building inside of her like she had to pee but...different.

"Starting to see some action down here, sweetheart," Blaze smiled. "Tonya, why didn't you give her a little stimulation? Help things along."

One set of hands disappeared. Lois had to hold herself back from immediately trying to struggle. This could be an opening, if they relaxed their holds enough...

The Asian dickgirl got on her knees before the reporter's thighs. With the hands holding her head up, Lois couldn't see what she was doing. But Lois could feel Tonya's breath on her crotch, and then her lips closed on her clit...

A shudder ran through the reporter's body. Her clit...her clit was too big. She could feel the young dickgirl's mouth sucking on it and there was too much, too much... The pressure built inside Lois Lane's crotch and she thrashed. It felt like she had to pee, to shit, to...to...

Something gave inside her body. Her body convulsed, and the reporter could feel something move inside her crotch, squeezed out of her pussy, dangling outside of her lips. Once it was out, Lois panted through her nose as the pressure subsided. Tonya Wong continued to suck away on the reporter's too-large clit.

"Mazel tov," Blaze said as she cracked open another bottle of XXXX. "Congratulations Lois Lane. You officially have balls. I always knew you had it in you."

The reporter stared at the demon as she brought the fresh bottle up to the funnel.

"We've never had anyone grow this quickly. It'll be interesting to see how big you'll get."

It was a long time until dawn. No one came to rescue her.

The box with its carton of XXXX was empty. Lois Lane's belly was distended with over a gallon of demonic spunk, looking almost pregnant. The dickgirls had taken turns fondling and sucking her swelling cock. Blaze had put a thick leather ring around the base, to keep her hard, keep her from coming.

At times, Lois had wished she could sleep. To just fade out from what was happening, wake up and it would all be over. But they kept her awake the entire time. Kept her conscious and aware, tired as she was, just so she could see the monster between her thighs.

The average human penis was between five and six inches. Adult male porn stars rarely went over seven. Eight or nine were statistically unlikely, ten inches or more an impossibility—one in ten million. One in a billion might have a foot long erection, and even then that was monstrous, a developmental abnormality, unlikely to get truly erect.

The largest human penis was thirteen inches. Guinness World Record material.

They held up a foot-long wooden ruler to Lois Lane's cock. It was at least two inches past the end of it. Her testicles were the size of large eggs.

They took the funnel out, but not the gag. Lois sagged in the chair, unable to raise the strength to undo her bonds.

She watched numbly as the dickgirls packed up the entire operation. Found clothes, helped their associates out of their milking stalls. Began to go over every surface with bleach.

Blaze leaned over Lois, brushing the hair back from the reporter's sweat-covered forehead.

"You've compromised my operation, Lois. I've used a solid month worth of cum on you. So I'm packing up, moving it somewhere else. Somewhere you won't find me, to start again. And you," Blaze flicked the swollen head of the cock, which wobbled painfully, smacking into the reporter's breasts. "Get to live with your new toy. You're a resourceful woman, I'm sure you'll manage it fine."

They left the reporter there, tied to the chair. Head hanging down, staring at the swollen head of her own cock in front of her. If the gag wasn't in her mouth, the reporter figured she could... Lois shook her head, banishing the thought. Later.

The long night out was over. Somewhere a cock crowed. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter, tied up in the basement of the club, naked, bound, and gagged, her massive cock stiff and throbbing. Took a deep breath and began to work on her escape.

This would not be the end of Lois Lane...but it would be the end of this story, for now.