End: The Hucow Milking Chamber

Lois Lane and Maria were taken through white, antiseptic hallways with the meticulous cleanliness of a high-grade hospital. The reporter could do nothing but grown, held aloft by four strong men, he nipples brushing the ground whenever they let her dip too low, leaving trails of milk on the clean floor behind her.

Yet the final pair of security doors opened into a different kind of cleanliness. The smells of grease and ozone came to Lois Lane's nostrils, and the reporter looked around at the oddly industrial setting. Heavy metal mechanical arms, stiff weight-lifting cranes, moved overhead...and there were six huge glass tanks, transparent but with thick, curved walls. Four of the tanks were filled with a pale green fluid, and occupied...

The reporter's violet eyes widened as she saw the bloated, swollen forms of huge breasts, cables attached to their nipples. Attached to them, smaller than the boobs that floated freely in the liquid, were the bodies of women. Tubes ran into their mouths, nostrils, pussies, and ass, the latter of which were sealed in something that looked like a high-tech chastity device—but Lois knew that it must have been some kind of toilet like the ones that astronauts use on the international space station, or the kind of catheters used for comatose patients to deal with waste—so that the other end had to be feeding tubes, keeping the subjects supplied with sustenance and oxygen.

All of that Lois Lane took in and understood in a moment—yet the knowing did her no good.

While the four men held Lois Lane's arms and legs, two technicians moved on Maria, fixing a harness onto her slim body as the young woman's breasts hung free. With worried fascination, Lois saw that the bottom end of this harnese was identical with the high-tech panties the women in the tanks were wearing...something that was confirmed as the technicians slid sterilized, pre-lubricated tubes into the proper slots. Maria had only time to give a brief gleep before another tube slid down her throat, the connectors holding it tied around the back of her head.

Then the crane arm came down, was latched onto the hardness...and Maria was lifted up, up, and away.

Lois could only watch, her breasts burning as they continued to grow, her whole body shaking and shivering with erotic need as she wiggled in the grip of her captors, rubbing her super-sensitive nipples against the floor, her pussy dripping as her milk oozed out.

Held aloft, Maria's tips drooped down to her knees...and then she was in the tube, that green liquid beginning to be pumped in. Lois wanted to see the end...

...but the technicians had turned toward the reporter.

Now Lois did try to struggle. Yet the kryptonite that pierced her nipples made any effort to fight futile. Her breasts, unbelievably, were still growing, the nipples the size of dinner plates as they pressed into the floor...and Lois felt the weirdly clinical penetration of her ass and pussy as the tubes slid in.

She tried to shake her head as they put the feeding tube to her mouth, but they knew their job too well. Knowing fingers touched the corners of her jaw, and pain blossomed. Lois opened her mouth to wail, to scream, to curse...and the tube slid in, tasting nastily of plastic and some chemical agent. She choked, but the patient technician waited until the gagging was done, then pushed the tube down her esophagus, finally securing the tubes in her nostril and mouth behind her head with velcro strips.

The milk cups were next...and Lois was so big already, that they had to use the crane to lift her up so that they could press them home. Waide, flat suction cups that were held to her massive and still-growing tits by the simple expedient of D-rings clipped through her nipple-rings. The reporter had to admire that: if any rescuer tried to simply pull the milk-tubes off, they would rip off the reporter's huge nipples along with it.

From this height, Lois kicked out, catching one guard unexpectedly. She wibbled, her huge milk-tanks swinging as they knocked a technician over. Lois grinned and flared, **** the guards and technicians back...but the crane continued to rise.

So that Lois Lane was lowered, like the toy of some grotesque claw game, into her appointed tube. She continued to flail as the greenish liquid flooded the tube...but then the vacuum on the nipple-cups kicked in, and a pulsing vibration stirred her pussy and ass from the embedded pips...and Lois Lane shuddered as she felt the fire in her body grow and spread uncontrollably, until she could only scream around the tube in her mouth, body spasming in mid-air, feet kicking up the rising green liquid, breasts pressed up against the glass as the milk flowed into the tubes.

The liquid kept rising. A tingle went through Lois Lane's body as it did so, an unpleasant and oddly familiar pins-and-needles sensation...and then Lex Luthor walked in, quite content as the liquid rose at a steady pace, already around the reporter's thighs.

"A magnificent specimen," one of the technicians said to him, and Lois Lane could still hear him. "Most breast tissue is simply fat, but her milk glands are incredibly overdeveloped—an order of magnitude beyond the others. With the right feedstock, she'll be our best milker by far."

"Excellent," Luthor said...and though Lois Lane wanted to ask a million questions, the technician asked one which had been on the reporter's mind since Lex had first entered the picture.

"Sir, if I may ask...why all this? The induced lactation, the Kryptonite, the hucow farm—what is it for?" the nameless technician asked.

Lex Luthor smiled. The green liquid was up to the reporter's navel now, which meant her massive tits were half-submerged, oddly buoyant and floating in front of her.

"We were hoping to develop a weapon against Superman," Luthor said. "And we needed volunteers for the experiment. The expressed milk is rich in Kryptonian proteins, perfect for industrial or...personal use. Considering the outcome of this particular experiment, however..."

The bald billionaire stared into the reporter's eyes. She hated how her body instinctively convulsed, her aching, massive, and supersensitive nips driving her to a climax right in front of him.

"I think...yes. I will have a bowl of cereal. With milk."

Which was how Lois Lane's night finally ended...trapped in a cylinder, the prisoner and personal milch cow of Lex Luthor.