She Isn't Lactating...Yet

"How is our latest volunteer subject?"

The voice was male, deep, hauntingly familiar. Lois felt her ears twitch in recognition, but her eyes were on the green-behind-the-green, the central mystery. The more she let go, the more the field and mountains melted away, and there was only that emerald sun. She was aware of everything happening around her, happening to her, yet it was like she had stepped back from it all. Hanging in the harness, breasts being squeezed and sucked by Maria and the nurse, and then this man came in...

"Results of the infusion and irradiation were very positive..." the nurse began.

A small annoyed huff. "I can see that. Her tits are bigger than her head. Milk production?"

"She's not expressing, Mr. Luthor." the nurse had paused in her milking, warm hands still clutched around the top of Lois' tit. "But other than that, the procedure went well. She's been very...cooperative."

A warm hand laid itself on the reporter's bare ass. He held it there for a moment, as though waiting for a response, but Lois did not flinch. Lightly, the hand slid over the curve of her buttocks, to cup her naked sex. The wide hand covered her entire pussy, thumb gently touching her asshole, the tip of his middle finger resting on her clitoris.

"Nothing outside of normal parameters—most women don't lactate unless they're pregnant." Lex Luthor's voice was calm, controlled, confident. Deep and masculine. Lois was aware of a growing heat in her genitals, a wetness there...but it meant nothing. The green sun was almost everything now, the fields and sky on the screen melted to bare shadows, phantoms of an older reality she couldn't quite shake off.

The nurse coughed.

"Did you want us to try the hormone supplement? If we give her an extra dose, and leave her hooked up to the pumps all night..." The black woman began, but Luthor cut her off.

"Given the time constraints, I think we might try something more...direct. Prepare the hormone shots, but include the fertility booster."

The finger on Lois' clitoris began to stroke, very softly, teasing the nub of flesh. Lost in the green, the reporter could feel her body begin to respond to the simulation, clit growing against his finger, nipples hardening in their cups. The previous landscape was all gone now, and there was just the green sun and Lois...and the gravity of that sun seemed to be attracting her now. There was a sense of depth, dragging her mind into the green screen...

The nurse released Lois' breast entirely, and Maria, following her cue, did so as well.

"Mr. Luthor, do you mean...?" Maria asked, the tone questioning, afraid.

"Yes," There was the sound of silk against silk, as of a tie being loosened. "Prepare her for insemination."