Epilogue: Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Greatest Milker

"Macromastia," Lois Lane explained, "can be triggered by pregnancy."

It was the simplest explanation...and it worked. Lois Lane had gone to work in her biggest shirt, breasts strapped to her body, and put the situation to her editor Perry White and everyone else in the office who so much as glanced at her newly enhanced chest. They mumbled congratulations; Perry made sure to go through the paper's maternity leave policy with her, when that became a thing, and the women in the office started pressing her about how far along she was and when the baby was due...not a one of them asked who the father was.

Except Perry White.

She was sitting at her desk after the rest of the office had gone home, reaching out past her tits to get at the keyboard, when suddenly he was behid her. Big warm hands on her shoulders, kneading the tired muscles there...and they were tired. Lois Lane had always dreamed of having a bigger bust, but had never really considered what it would be like to carry them around all day.

"Lois..." he said, so quiet that no one else could hear, even though there was no one else in the office to hear. "...you know you can tell me anything."

The pregnant reporter hung her head at that. She wasn't sure what to tell Perry.

Well boss, I got picked as the personal breeder by a well-hung dickgirl demon, and now I've got tits as big as my head?

"You didn't say anything about getting married," his hands were still massaging her shoulders, working out the knots. "You and the baby's father...?"

"We're...together," Lois said, leaning back into the massage. "Just not...they're not the marrying type."

"Not exactly steady then?"

"They might fuck off back to hell at any time," Lois admitted with a chuckle, closing her eyes, the back of her head brushing against his paunch.

Then Perry's hands slipped down the front of her chest. Lois couldn't stifle the moan as even the slight pressure of his squeezing made her milk express, dark circles leaking through the binding to the shirt.

"That could be a problem for you," he said. "Single mother and all. I bet you're real thankful to keep your job?"

"Boss?" Lois couldn't stopped moaning as his rough manhandling of her tits got more aggressive. "What are you...?"

He swirled her chair around...and now Lois could see how flushed his old face was, the stiffness of his prick tenting his pants. Perry White was squat, broad, balding, and old enough to be her father...and right now he looked like a man possessed. His hands scrabbled at her shirt, pulling it up.

"You should thank me," he said, eyes fixated on her huge tits. "Keeping you on. You're a good reporter Lois, no mistake about that but..."

He tore the binding loose and the reporter's fat, soft tits spilled out. White drops dripping uncontrollably down from her big brown nipples; so fat that they hid her little pooch of a belly.

Perry White dropped to his knees and, without permission, latched on to Lois Lane's nipple...and began to suck.

Lois Lane moaned like a whore. She panted, back arching, as the eager lips relieved some of the pressure she had been holding in all day. A part of her knew that this was sexual harassment, that she should report Perry...but she couldn't really afford to lose this job, not when she had a baby on the way...and it felt so good.

It must be Blaze's doing, Lois rationalized. Something about the demon milk, or a pheromone, or maybe Perry's just got this big lactating titty fetish.

Except she was moaning too, just from getting her breasts sucked. Her pussy was damp, the panties slowly being swallowed by the labia as they gre tighter about her. She gripped his head and pressed it deeper into the soft pillow of her tit, the editor's warm wet tongue lapping at her nipple.

Lois closed her eyes.

"It's okay, Perry," she said as she rubbed his balding head. "It'll be...our little secret, okay?"

Yet somehow, in the back of her head, Lois Lane knew that the trouble with her gigantic udders was just beginning.