Breeder

Lois Lane looked up from her bean-bag-sized breasts and tuned back into Granny Goodness' monologue.

"...you will be inseminated over and over, birthing soldier after soldier, your body always fit thanks to the science and power of Apokalips. The dark armies that emerge from your ever-fruitful womb shall darken the sky, and lead the conquest of your homeworld—all in the name of Darkseid!"

Fuck that, Lois thought. She gathered as much of her bosom between her arms as she could. Knees bent, she slowly straightened her legs...

Her back still ached, and her legs wobbled, but Lois could bench two hundred pounds, and with her swollen tits she was probably pushing that. With a grunt and a heave, the reporter threw herself backwards...and stood there, wobbling on her legs, the great soft pillows warm and unsteady in her hands. It was like trying to hold two huge, hot waterballoons...with sensitive nipples.

Granny Goodness was still talking. She'd actually turned her back on Lois...and if there weren't bars in the way, the reporter could actually get the drop on her. For whatever good that would do.

Still, determined to at least try to escape, the reporter carried her breasts over to the locking mechanism. It seemed to be a very old-school design...nothing that couldn't be picked with a tool. The reporter leaned against the bars, letting her sensitive tits squeeze against the cold metal as she fetched a pair of hairpins from her head. Granny Goodness was waving her wand, lost in a vision only she could see...

"...you have not seen the birthing technologies of Apokalips! We will rush you through your gestation in a day, chained to the breeding post! No sooner will the child drop from your broken, prolapsed cunt than your next breeder will arrive...perhaps even one of Darkseid's sons will come to despoil you! Imagine that honor, your pathetic human form bearing the seed of the dark god's line! You could not conceive of such glories...though I guarantee, you will beg for it. Granny knows. Granny had broken the breeding bitches of Apokalips for generations..."