The Bottle Is Refilling

Lois stared at the bottle. She had drained it, only a sticky white residue left in the bottom, a grey film that ran down the insides and pooled into a final drop. No more than a teaspoonful, or a particularly unimpressive second squirt in a night of lovemaking. Yet as she stared at it...there seemed to be more.

The reporter leaned down, staring at the white film at the bottom of the bottle. It was definitely, visibly rising. At first, she thought it was just the film dribbling down, but as the cum level continued to rise, until there was a clear centimeter of white goo at the bottom, Lois was positive.

The bottle was refilling itself.

"That is some spooky magic," she muttered, staring in fascination. A part of her wished she had test tubes and measures to break out, to gauge the rate of how it was regenerating. It was like something out of the SCP wiki she sometimes browsed at work, or a particularly perverted magic item from a game of Dungeons & Dragons.

Serpents & Sluts, Lois grinned to herself as the white goo crested an inch, with no signs of stopping. In less than a minute it had generated at least a couple tablespoons of fresh jizz. That was a hell of a lot better than any guy she knew could manage, the equivalent of a couple good ejaculations.

But where is it coming from? And why is it doing that? Lois ruled out science, for the moment. Unless there was some alien nanotech involved, and she couldn't recall any aliens perverted enough to auto-generate semen, much less hide it down in the basement of an illegal club on an altar to some fucked-up fertility idol. No, this stank of magic.

"Well, a magical source of splooge would definitely help with a fertility cult, if it's at all virile." Lois said out loud. The bottle was half-full. She was mildly curious if it would fill to the rim, or if it would just keep going as long as the cap was off. The bottle hadn't burst or overflowed while the cap was on, so there was probably some aspect to the enchantment that kept it from doing that. It was weird to her how rational and calm she was taking this.

More than that, she could smell the jizz now. That kind of gently ammonia smell that she knew from blowjobs and full condoms. The reporter's aching pussy throbbed gently, feeling very empty.

Yes, she had a job to do.

Yes, this was probably an important clue to how those women disappeared.

Yes, she had been fucked up the ass like a common whore, and her hole still hurt.

Yes, she was horny.

It was weird. Only moments ago, she had been crying and now her eyes were dry. She wondered if she had passed into some kind of shock, brain pushing off the emotional damage, focusing on the interesting thing happening right in front of her.

The bottle was three-fourths full.

What am I going to do with it? Lois wondered, rubbing her thighs together. I mean, this isn't exactly an opportunity that comes up every day. I've had a long night...deserve at least a little fun...

The possibilities were...exciting. She could drink cum until she got sick. One-woman bukkake, just to see what it feels like. Plug up the bathtub and have a sticky bath...semen was supposed to be good for the skin. Or she could just shove it up her twat and feel that endless jizz pump inside of her as she fucked herself until she came hard...or she could take it to Zatanna or Dr. Fate, figure out what kind of magic it was and where it came from.

The bottle was completely full now.