Sperm...Among Other Things

The rubber nipple was **** between the reporter's teeth. Nanny's eyes locked on Lois Lane's, and began to flash. The diapered, naked reporter couldn't look away. Couldn't even blink. Lips and tongue worked on their own, to suck the thick, warm liquid into her mouth...and as soon as it hit her tongue, Lois recognized the flavor. Salty. Bitter. Slimy and clingy like snot. With a slight finish like the ammonia smell of pee or men's used underwear.

Fresh, hot sperm.

Only there was something else. As the reporter choked down the first mouthful of the sticky mess, she could discern an almost metallic, chemical taste underneath it. Her brow furrowed, thoughts sluggish, as she tried to place that enigmatic flavor. Nanny stared down at her, face still stretched out in a plastic smile.

"That's it, dearie. Drink it all down. It's good for you."

Elsewhere

TheRealLL: Face coloration indicates rising temperature. What's in the bottle?

AntiRedCheese: Irises are dilated as well. Signs of sexual arousal. Aphrodisiac?

ToyBoy: Nothing so simple. Sterilized sperm repurposed to deliver retroviral payloads, and additional nanites in a custom nutrient mix. The breast expansion stunt required a large dedication of the resources I'd committed in the process.

TheRealLL: Crude, but effective. Didn't think you had access to that kind of technology.

AntiRedCheese: He doesn't. Who did you but it from?

DonFalcone: More importantly...what's going to happen to her?

ToyBoy: You'll see!

Toyman giggled. On the screen, three-dimensional maps of Lois Lane's body traced the flow of nanites throughout her system. He could see the little colonies in her brain that were repressing her intelligence. The ones in her swollen breasts that had rushed all the fluid there, and kept it from flowing back out as swiftly.

Yet those were only temporary changes. What he had in mind was something permanent...much more permanent...

"Nanny," he said. "Initiate Weak Bladder Protocol."