Epilogue: Milkbull

Warm hands lifted one of Lois Lane's testicles. Though she couldn't see them, she could feel that it took two just to hold one. A brief flare of pride went through her mind...and then dullness settled back on her as she sucked mechanically at the nozzle in her mouth, eyes fixed on the jizz rise in the tank before her.

"Genital growth is...we've never seen anything like this with any of the other subjects. Production is up too, but the strain on her body...muscle mass is decreasing rapidly. It's unsustainable, ma'am. At this rate, something will have to give."

The testicle was left to drop. Hands ran over the reporter's once-toned thighs, now thin and stringy; her ribs pushed out at her sides, her hair hung in a loose, snarled mane. Yet her cock...Lois Lane couldn't see it, but she could feel it, tapping against her stomach. It was past her belly button now. She was almost certain that if they released her from the harness, she could fit her mouth around the tip. Sometimes she dreamed that's what she was doing, day in and day out...sucking her own cock.

"So, what do you recommend?" It was Blaze's voice, and the demonic dickgirl came into view, brushing the hair away from the reporter's eyes.

"Steroid injections. More protein and zinc in the feed. And exercise...a lot more exercise."

"I see," Blaze said. "Well, I suppose I could take some more time out of my schedule..."

"With due respect ma'am, fucking her in the ass isn't going to cut it. I've given it some thought, and I think I know a way we might be able to kill two birds with one stone..."

Which is how, a week later, Lois Lane found herself out of her harness for the first time in so long she didn't remember. Washed, scrubbed, her hair braided. They'd been feeding her more, and there had been shots in the ass that had left Lois feeling...randy. Twitchy. She'd actually started bucking against the harness when the women came to massage her, nostrils flaring as she drank in the scents of their puny cocks and ripe assholes. Sucking at her hose harder, to feed her growing muscles.

They had pierced her nose to thread a heavy ring through it. Led her forward, out of the milking chamber, on a tether. Lois Lane's steps were awkward, her testicles hanging down to her thighs. The cock dangling over it like a great swollen log. The other cows watched her impassively from where they suckled on their hoses, eyes dull, hips jerking when they came.

She was led into...it looked like a stable. Lois blinked, the unfamiliar scents of straw and wood, fresh paint. Something else too, something she hadn't smelled in a long time...

"Great Caesar's ghost," a woman's voice said. "You weren't kidding."

Lois fixated on the sound. There was a red-haired woman, naked except for a pair of cowprint chaps that left her ass and cunt exposed, leaning over a kind of bench. Something familiar about her, something that stirred the reporter's memory. A name swam to the surface.

Lana Lang.

Blaze, dressed in a sort of cowgirl outfit, took the tether from the technician. The dickgirl drew Lois over toward Lana, and the massively-endowed dickgirl's cock began to swell as the scent of pussy flooded her brain. She saw that Lana was tied to the bench with straps.

The former reporter was led right up behind the woman, her cock resting on Lana's ass like a great pink snake, each teste like a bowling ball against the back of the redhead's thighs.

"Fuck...the heat from her balls..."

"This is what you paid for," Angelica Blaze said, as she reached over and rubbed the cock, which was hard enough now that it lifted up and away, standing rigid and proud, ready to blow. "To be bred by a prize bull."

"Yeah, but I thought...oh God, it won't fit!"

"Sure it will. Granted, you might not be able to walk afterward...but that isn't my problem."

Blaze grabbed Lois Lane's hips and guided her back and down. The reporter was trembling with excitement, her precum dripping out of her in a steady stream. She hadn't cum in minutes...maybe half an hour...and the cowgirl carefully rubbed that prize pecker with vaseline, positioning the tip of the dick at the entrance to the red-furred cunt. Angelica spread Lana's labia with her fingers.

"J-just go slow, okay?" Lana said, and Lois snorted, seeing the white-knuckled grip the redhead had on a pair of rope loops set into iron rings in the floor.

Angelica stepped away...and for a moment there was only the sound of Lois Lane's heavy breathing, body trembling at the sensation of that tight, hot cunt wrapped around the head of her dick.

A red haze settled over the dickgirl's eyes. She reached forward, hands tangling in that crimson hair...and slammed her cock forward until she couldn't fit any more of it in there.

Lana screamed. Her body arched, shocked at the suddenness of the penetration. Lois leaned over her, hips humping hard, pushing against the bench. The redhead's ass quaked with every thrust, the cock speared deep, stretched the pussy out wide. Lana held onto the rope straps for dear life as the vicious pounding, pumping wrecked any preconceptions she'd ever had about what sex was like.

Lois Lane grunted, groaned, lowed like a bull in heat as she began to cum.

"Oh...oh fuck, I can feel it...I can feel her cumming in me!" Lana screamed, eyes wide as the head of Lois Lane's dick crushed against her cervix and began spurting its thick white cream against the abused orifice. "There's so much...oh God...please..."

Blaze, who was washing the proceedings from the front of the stall, smiled a little sadly at the waste as jizz began to stream out of the bound woman's abused cunt. There was a trickle of red in the white flow, Lana stretched too far, too fast...or maybe Lois had simply tread virgin territory inside of her cow; Angelica smiled either way.

"We've been working on her stamina, you know. She can cum for thirty minutes straight. And you did pay for the full two hours...I suspect you're going to get to feel her cum inside you at least twice."

"No!" Lana screamed. "Please! Make it stop! It hurts! I can't...I can't..."

The demonic dickgirl examined her fingernails. She made a mental note to gag future clients. It was good to see Lois getting her exercise, but the noise was totally unnecessary.

Above Lana, Lois Lane bucked and heaved. A real pussy. Tight wet passage gripping her cock. It was so different from being milked. She could feel the tip of her dick mashing against the cervix whenever she thrust too deep, and it was all she could do not to slam it home every time. A part of the reporter wanted to enjoy this, to drag it out, but her instincts had taken over and she was pumping, her muscles flexing and clenching as she drove her dick in and out with her whole body. There was just such a sense of power inside of her as the cunt spasmed and squeezed around her cock.

The smell of the fertile cow in front of her was driving her mad and Lois pushed herself harder than she ever did in the harness.

"Mroooaugh!" Lois lowed as she pounded on and on...until Lana Lang fell limp beneath her, the redhead's sweat-drenched body utterly still and lifeless except for the rise and fall of her chest that showed she was still breathing. Not that Lois cared. Sweat was dripping down her own frame, but she was quite sure she couldn't stop...not until she had finished...not even if she was humping a lifeless corpse.

Not that Lana was at all lifeless. Even passed out, her body would tense and shudder, driven to climax, the abused cervix opening to suck some fresh cream into the already bloated and overflowing womb. Although the milkbull couldn't see it, a part of her suspected that even then, Lana Lang's little clitty was growing bigger...a lot bigger...

It was only with difficulty, pulling at the lead that painfully tugged at the piercing in the reporter's nose, that Blaze and the technician managed to pull Lois off of her new favorite cum dump...and back toward the milking chamber, for a meal and a rub-down, back in the harness for a while to rest and cum and dream of breeding.