Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What does Blaze need to do to perfect her hucow?

Hucows Need To Be Lactating

Cups settled on the hucow's titanic titties. Lois Lane watched dully, unable even to spell the few words left to her. Barely able to comprehend how big her nipples were...or how it felt as Blaze turned the suction on.

All at once, there was a vacuum that pulled on her teats. The exhausted reporter moaned around her feeding-tube as Blaze's hands slid down the sides of the massive fat bags on Lois Lane's chest and pressed the wobbly mountains together.

"Your new owner is going to be thirsty," Blaze said as she pressed harder...and Lois Lane moaned louder as she felt the impossible pressure increased within her tits. Her eyes focused on the clear tubes that pulled at her breasts. The pink nipples had swollen to fill the bottom of the tubes...and now Lois could see golden-white drops bead on her titties.

"Naturally, you'll make more milk once you've been bred like a good little cow," Blaze mocked Lois, "A few calves and daily feedings should really fill out your figure. Why, Superman would be hard put to recognize the old Lois Lane...not that he will ever find you. No, your buyer is going to lock you away safe and sound. His own private cow...you've already been sold, you know that? Bidding was faster than for the other women."

Lois strained against her bonds...her tits shook beneath Blaze's hands...but it was no good. She was trapped on this table, trapped in this soft body with the straps that dug into her fuller belly and thicker thighs, her mammoth tits so heavy and ready to burst...

...and then they did. Tiny sprays of white milk clouded the clear cups that sucked at Lois Lane's tits, and Blaze gave an extra-long squeeze as she watched the milk fill the bottom of the cups and get sucked up into the tubes.

"Perfect," Blaze said. "You're ready for delivery."