Let Herself Be Led Back To The Milking Chamber

Lois Lane staggered, the swollen scrotum shifting between her thighs, cockhead leaking as Blaze led the new dickgirl back into the milking chamber, where the four dickgirls stared vacantly, hooked up to their various hoses...and there was a fifth place now, at the end, being set up by a pair of topless waitresses wearing white surgical masks and baby blue latex gloves.

She felt...not tired, exactly, but slightly dizzy, lightheaded, almost about to pass out. Her lips and throat were dry, so dry. The reporter was really leaning on Angelica Blaze, the demonic dickgirl half-carrying Lois forward. The nurses blurred in her vision, suddenly blurring, then snapping back into focus. It was like being drunk, but not pleasant.

"The change takes a toll on the body," Blaze whispered, as she steered Lois toward the waiting space. "You have all this new flesh, but the same amount of blood. Oxygen levels to the brain drop, and you get dehydrated...it's not so bad if the change is gradual, but drinking directly from the source can be dangerous. You were much braver than I was, took much more of the old blessing."

There were straps on the block, tubes hanging from the ceiling. Belatedly, Lois realized what was going on struck out with her fists—but she was dazed, uncoordinated, hands pawing at phantoms. Then smooth latex-covered hands caught her, guided her into place on her hands and knees. Straps came into place, locking her wrists and lower legs into position, then others from the ceiling came down, wrapping under her breasts and shoulders and hips...some sort of harness so that she could just hang...

Something warm and hard slipped over the head of the reporter's cock. She felt hands hefting her massive, hairless scrotum. A nozzle came into view, hard, hollow plastic, like a cock might look like if it had been designed in a wind tunnel, with a little hole at the end where the urethra should be.

"Say 'ahh'" the dickgirl cooed, and the dazed reporter let her jaw fall open. She gagged a little as the hard, slightly curved plastic slipped past the back of her mouth, the tip now in her throat. There was a moment of panic, and then Lois was breathing through her nose. Blaze fixed the straps around her head, tying the nozzle in place.

Blaze said a word that Lois didn't catch, and the hose in her mouth began to vibrate.

Something liquid, cool and refreshing, began to pour down her throat, trickling into her stomach.

"Electrolytes," Blaze whispered to Lois, brushing back the reporter's hair. Behind her, Lois could feel something slimy pressing against her asshole. She squirmed, uncomfortable, her balls felt so full... "Vitamins. Protein. I know you can't really taste it, but this saves you from all that tedious swallowing. You're going to be our best producer yet."

The dickgirl walked slow around Lois. The reporter turned her head, as far as the hose and straps of the harness permitted. Saw Blaze shuck her dress, standing there naked, proud cock hard and erect.

"We just have to start your seed flowing," Blaze said as she took her position behind the reporter, rubbing the head of her cock along the curve of the reporter's ass. "With a little direct prostate stimulation."