Just As Soon As Maria Leaves The Room

There were no straps to hold Lois Lane in place, nor clamps to hold her eyelids open. As soon as Maria was out of sight, the reporter closed her eyes; as soon as the footfalls died away, she stood up—the twin dildoes pulled out of her pussy and ass with a wet schluck as the tray her tits rested on was pushed aside. The reporter kept her eyes closed as she tugged the suction cups off of her swollen teats...and only then, as the naked reporter turned her back to the screen, did she dare open her eyes.

The four women stared blankly ahead. They blinked, on occasion. Lois could see them breathe, though the rise and fall of their chests was somewhat distracted by the pumps attached to their bloated breasts. Lois could see red marks where the seals on the suction cups had rubbed against the sensitive flesh; the nipples were puffy and white milk beaded or dripped from their ducts.

Lois approached the nearest one—Tonya Wong. Twenty-one years old, Asian-American, majoring in business at Metropolis University. Her social media profile had shown her to be short, slim, not at all busty. Lois recognized the blue highlights in her black hair...but her breasts had gone from being A-cups to at least E-cups. They looked disproportionate on the young woman's small frame, and the skin sagged and pulled at her surrounding chest, even up and under her armpits. The young woman stared straight ahead, a vague smile on her lips.

This close, Lois could smell the sickly-sweet odor she associated with bodies that hadn't been properly washed—the body odor that tended to develop at camping communes, or in nursing homes, where things were kept mostly sanitary but nobody had the resources or time to get every nook and cranny.

The reporter placed her hand in front of Tonya's eyes. There was no immediate response, but after a few seconds Lois saw the corners of her mouth soften...but nothing else happened. There was no movement, except the constant buzz of the dildoes in Tonya's pussy and ass.

Lois kept her left hand pressed against Tonya's eyes, as her free hand reached down to grasp the suction cups. It wasn't easy to do one-handed...but with a soft pop, one cup pulled off a soft and swollen tit, and then another.

"Come on, Tonya," Lois whispered as she swept the tray out of the way, so that the heavy bosom flopped against the young woman's ribs. "Wake up. Time to go home..."

She had to remove her hand from in front of the Asian woman's eyes for this next part. Dull as a cow, the busty young woman stared forward. Lois Lane's body blocked the screen as the reporter slid her hands under Tonya's armpits...which were wet and greasy from sweat. Lois grimaced and changed tactics. The reporter bent her knees, laid her cheek against Tonya's shoulder, and slid her hands under Tonya's ass...and then stood up.

It was harder than it should have been. Two weeks ago, Tonya Wong would have been ninety pounds soaking wet; after enforced sedentary behavior, she had to be over a hundred. Yet Lois Lane could deadlift that or more, if she had to...and now she had to. With a grunt, she pulled Tonya off of the vibrating cocks, the same way she would have pulled a particularly recalcitrant plug out of a socket...