Lois Lane Can Do Anything!

The weirdest thoughts come to mind when you're facing ****, Lois Lane thought. The cum was surging out of the tip of the cock, not in torrents but in a slow and steady dribble, just as fast as she could swallow. Her stomach groaned and ached as mouthful after mouthful of fresh spunk dropped down her esophagus to her already packed gut.

Right now, Lois was thinking about how the human stomach could expand to hold up to four gallons. She had never actually seen any human being that had swallowed that much.

The milkmaid was behind her now, rubbing the reporter's belly. Lois Lane could do nothing except drink, the cum flowed out of the cock and into her mouth. She recognized this kind of behavior, the hands-on approach of the megalomaniacal villain. Any minute now...

"You know, none of the other women could even take a gallon," the milkmaid hissed, fingers playing with the reporter's navel.

...and she would start monologing. Lois focused on her breathing, throat already tired, but knowing she had to get through this. Ears open, she listened to what the milkmaid had to tell her.

"Thirsty bitches, none of them could take in enough of my brother's essence to complete the transformation. One by one they came forward, and one by one they failed...losing their minds, becoming brainless, feral creatures that thirsted for the essence of men. The first recruits in my army of cum-zombies!"

Lois felt herself start to gag, cum starting to rise in her gorge, but through sheer effort of will managed to swallow it back down, stomach screaming. It actually hurt now, her stomach a heavy liquid mass, gut bloating out.

"But you...you will feel it, when the threshold is reached! You will become my ultimate weapon—"

The monologue continued. The cum continued to flow. Lois Lane had no idea how much she had drank, only felt her belly continue to distend, stomach stretching out past anything she had ever experienced, jaw tired, limbs shaking. Her stomach was a roiling ball of pain, her skin felt too tight, and Lois wanted nothing more than to stop, to vomit, to void herself and let all of this spunk out.

Yet she pushed herself past her limit, again and again. That was how quitter's think, letting them defeat themselves. Lois Lane would not be some worthless cum-zombie like those other women—no doubt the fate of the very missing women that Lois had been looking for—she would keep drinking and listening, and when she got out of here...

The last few mouthfuls had been runny and weak, almost refreshing after the thick globs at the beginning. Lois had slurped them up almost without thought. Then she felt the pressure ease, the milkmaid releasing her...and Lois Lane sat back on her heels, hands going immediately to her stomach.

She looked pregnant. The reporter knew she wasn't, but all the same she had a belly that would pass as five or six months, easily. Her sides ached, livid red marks showing where the skin had stretched too far, too fast. And yet, something was happening to her...Lois could feel a tingling, moving out from her belly along her veins, a pins-and-needles sensation like a hand or foot that had fallen asleep.

"...it's happening!" The milkmaid laughed. Lois turned and saw her skin crack and flake off, revealing red underneath, black horns jutting from her forehead. "You will now become..."