Epilogue: Lois Lane's New Life

Hunger flared in her belly. Her lips sucked at the phallic nozzle in her mouth. A gurgle and hum preceded the warm, wet sludge that slid down her unresisting throat into her waiting stomach.

Lois Lane blinked, her eyes dull and lost in thought. There was so much to think about. She remembered some time ago—though time had long ceased to have any real meaning in this place—when she had realized that Superman and Clark Kent were the same person. There had been no shock to it, only the natural result of a long train of thought, correlating facts and memories. It had sent Lois off on a vast re-interpretation of her entire relationship with both Clark and Superman.

The former reporter's testicles tensed, and the swollen cock sputtered and spat into the sealed tube that gripped her genitals. A soft lowing moan escaped her lips, and the other dickgirls next to her, set off by the sound, began to express too. A warm, fuzzy feeling settled in Lois, hearing all of them sound off. It was good to have such responsive company.

One of the attendants came to give Lois her rub down. Warm gloved hands massaged her thighs and arms, working the muscles. The dickgirl raised herself up out of her straps, letting the attendant rub ointment where the straps rested, the better to prevent bedsores.

They had moved her tank in front of her, so Lois could see her progress. The last white load slid into the clear glass, bringing her daily jizz production to just a hair under a gallon. Her output was still increasingly. Lois had heard some of the attendants remark on it. Silly as it was, there was a certain pride in the achievement. Slowly, the pressure began to build inside of her one again, right at the root of her penis. She was sure that she would break a gallon today.

A familiar click of heels caught her attention. An ungloved hand on her flank.

"How's her weight?" Angelica Blaze asked to an unseen attendant. Lois didn't bother to shift in her harness. She was watching the level on the cumtank in front of her.

"122.2. She was 122.3 yesterday. She's expending as many calories as she's taking in, but I'm worried about muscle loss." The unseen attendant. Wendy, Lois remembered, and that brought forth a surge of data—all the little things she had picked up, quietly listening.

"Sounds like she needs a bit of exercise," Angelica slid her hand around the reporter's asscheek. There was a gentle tug at the plug in the former reporter's ass. The straps came unbuckled smoothly. A shiver of anticipation went up the dickgirl's spine, balls flexing reflexively. She strove to hold the gape as the plug came out, the better to present her nice, clean and pristine hole.

A single finger pressed against the flared pink rim of Lois Lane's asshole. Her body was quivering now, striving to maintain the gape. She felt sure that she could have taken Blaze's entire hand easily at that point, but it wasn't her hand that she wanted. The tension was building as she shifted her hips, charging herself up for the next load. She'd hit a gallon today, she was sure of it.

The finger disappeared, then came back with an ointment. Cool and slightly numbing, Blaze rubbed it into the tissues. That caught the former reporter's interest, though it didn't stop her internal working-up toward the next load. Angelica hadn't used that ointment since the first few times she had "broken her in."

When the finger disappeared, and something brushed against the sides of her gaping asshole, Lois knew that Blaze had been dipping into the good stuff again. At this rate, Angelica wouldn't be able to stick it into anyone else...not that Lois particularly cared.

For a brief moment, Lois Lane remembered what it had been like that first time, her taut little asshole stretched wide. She moaned into her gag, body tense as the dickgirl stuffed her ass, anus distending gently. Briefly, the reporter worried that the plug wouldn't fit into her after this—but then the swollen head, as big as a man's fist, pressed against her prostate and Lois entered that blissful, thoughtless state that she sometimes had during a really good orgasm.

The cock plunged on, stretching the reporter's colon more than the plug ever did. Lois groaned as she felt herself filled, Blaze pushing and pulling gently behind her, working the prostate. The former reporter found herself gnawing at her gag, striving to hold back, not to blow her load too soon.

One of the attendants released the straps, and Lois felt her weight settle onto her hands and knees. Freed now from the restraint, she began to move of her own accord, pushing her ass back against that impossible dick, her own erection bouncing against her belly in its metal sheath.

This was for exercise, after all.

After only a dozen thrusts, Lois was breathing heavy. She was out of shape. Angelica's strong hands grasped the flagging dickgirl's hips and began to pull her on and off the cock, at first slowly, and then more roughly, picking up speed as her own orgasm neared, testicles bashing against Lois Lane's own.

Past a certain point, and the sheer girth of Blaze's cock squeezed down on the reporter's prostate, and she felt the cum begin to spurt out of her. Muscles aching at the workout, Lois put all she had into meeting Angelica's thrusts with her own, emptying her load into the waiting cylinder with a feverish need that seemed to never end...but it did, of course. Lois shook and shuddered as her cock gasped its last, the finally sputtering ghost of a load sucked away from the cylinder.

Her arms shook as she felt the hot cream pump deep into her guts, knowing it would herald yet another round of growth...and wondering what that would do to her production numbers.

In front of her, she watched the cum drip into the tank. The white level just passed the line on the jar...and a dutiful attendant came bearing another, empty one. Inwardly, Lois smiled. She enjoyed a challenge.

The plug was re-inserted.

"Give her a bath," Blaze said. "We'll have to make sure to exercise her more regularly. We can't have our prime milker in anything less than the pink of health."

A warm ball of pride glowed in Lois Lane at the words. Prime milker.

Hunger flared in her belly. Her lips sucked at the phallic nozzle in her mouth. A gurgle and hum preceded the warm, wet sludge that slid down her unresisting throat into her waiting stomach.