Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Is The Rate of Cum Production Increasing, or Steady?

The Cum Rate Is Increasing

Lois Lane booted up her laptop as she sipped at the bottle of jizz. She had to keep it right at her lips, since it seemed to be filling up more quickly, but the sticky goo was going down easy and it was tasting...sweeter. Salty and sweet. Didn't the Swedish have a word for that? The reporter Googled it.

Five minutes and a brief wikiwalk later she had added the word "salmiak" to her vocabulary, and was holding the bottle at an angle so the cum simply flowed into her mouth, the easier to swallow a mouthful.

Now what was I doing? Lois thought, swallowing instinctively as the jizz covered her tongue. In the time it took for her to get her thoughts together, she had swallowed twice more, sending two more sweet & salty loads down her throat. Her stomach was starting to feel...not full, exactly, but like she had eaten too much jello. Kind of sloshy.

She swallowed again, and typed one-handed at the laptop. There had to be something on that shrine, the bottle... Minutes ticked by, and Lois swallowed more sperm than a cheerleader after Homecoming. Her stomach was feeling uncomfortable now, like after a long night of drinking. All the searches on the bottle only turned up weird porn stuff...badly written accounts of girls and big-dicked djinns, belly bursting stories, improbable impregnation fantasies...

...except for one thread. Lois Lane's eyes narrowed, and she realized she was swallowing almost constantly now, the jizz flowing out faster than before. But there were a series of stories which didn't look like your normal fetish stuff, all on occult sites—young women with these glass bottles full of cum, that wouldn't stop pumping out jizz, but which they also couldn't get rid of. Throw it away, break it, and it always came back, pumping out more and more cum, ruining their lives.

They described it as some kind of a curse and there was one user, LadyB1aze, who always had a solution...