Lois Wakes Up

A bell rang, and the women started to move. Sensing an opportunity, Lois let her eyes open...and then rolled over onto her hands and knees. Her belly was still painfully bloated, but she could move.

She crawled, keeping herself low to the ground, trying to see where the women were going...and froze in horror.

It was Angelica Blaze, with her cock out, flanked by four hulking bouncers. The raven-haired shemale had a little bell in her hand, standing in front of the open door...beyond which Lois could glimpse a corridor. Freedom. But it was the words that caught her attention...the terrible words from the devilish dickgirl's mouth...

"Feeding time!"

There were five clear tubes that emerged from the wall, at just about waist height. The four women obediently lined up and wrapped their lips around them...and to the reporter's horror a familiar white fluid was visible, running through the tube, the woman's necks moving as they gulped down the salty loads.

A finger tapped Lois Lane's shoulder. She started, turned...face first into Angelica's cock, and then upwards.

I didn't even hear her move! The reporter blinked in disbelief.

"You too, Lois," Blaze grinned. "Go on."

"Or what?" The reporter growled. "You'll hurt me? Kill me?"

The dickgirl knelt down, the tip of her dick almost touching the floor.

"No," she said, loudly enough for the other women to hear. "Or I'll have my boys go to work on them. You disobey, they get fucked. If that's the choice you want to make..."

Four pairs of pleading eyes turned to Lois Lane. The women were still **** down their liquid meals, but the reporter knew...she knew...she couldn't let them be hurt because of her.

Stiffly, she took her place at the fifth tube.

It was an effort of will to open her mouth and fellate the clear plastic. The physical act was easy, but the emotional toil made her want to gag. When the salty liquid hit her tongue, she wanted to puke...but Blaze was there, beside her.

"Every drop, Lois Lane. Oh, your body will hate it at first. Your stomach hasn't had time to distend like theirs has. But this is only your first feeding. Every two hours the bell rings...and you will get your share, just like the rest of them." A finger prodded the reporter's distended belly. "Once you start packing on the pounds, I think you'll be a real prize."

Lois Lane stared resolutely ahead, letting the salty jizz fill her mouth and then swallow, fill her mouth and then swallow. It was a terrible mechanical process, and her gut rebelled, stomach already full, still processing the gallon of liquid spunk from earlier. But the reporter had ****.

That's what she told herself.

Eventually, the flow of jizz slowed and stopped. The door shut with a whisper, and then the click of bolts. Lois Lane pried numb lips off the plastic pipe and stared at her fellow prisoners...and now she knew why their formerly trim figures were slowly being overtaken by fat.

She looked into their eyes and wondered what to tell them.