They Made Me Wet

Lois clenched the bottle in her hands tightly between her knees. The oppressive heat of the room was getting to her, sweat dripping down her ribs. She didn't like to think about those days, waking up sweating under the covers, gasping for air, the image of some bloody, serpentine thing bursting out of her stomach, the funny feeling between her legs, panties ruined...

"Have you talked about this with anyone?" Angelica Blaze said.

"No," the reporter said, definitively. "Too weird. Too...personal."

"I don't think it's weird at all," a hand reached up to brush Lois Lane's dark hair back from her face, hand fastidiously adjusting the collar of the reporter's jacket. "You must be baking in that thing. Are you sure you don't want to take it off?"

"I..." Lois hesitated, blinked. She was going to say no, but in truth she was hot. Why not take it off?

"Take it off," Blaze suggested, pulling the empty bottle from the reporter's unresisting hand. "I'll get you some more water."

Staying seated on the breeding bench beside Lois, the dickgirl twisted her body around to fetch another bottle of Fertile Valley water. The reporter found herself shrugging out of her jacket, laying it across the chin-rest. Her eyes lingered on the restraining straps around the couch. There weren't many signs of wear. Did the women not struggle at all?

Angelica Blaze pressed another water into Lois Lane's hand. The reporter popped the cap automatically, gulped down a mouthful. The chalky aftertaste wasn't bad, once you got used to it. Lois found herself staring at the bottle again, glad to be out of the jacket, even if her skin was clammy with sweat, her shirt half-soaked through so that her breasts were showing clearly through the white fabric.

Wait, wasn't I wearing a bra? Lois furrowed her brows, staring down at the two modest mounds poking out of her chest. Barely a handful, and yet perfectly shaped, little half tear-drops with nipples sitting high, just the slightest touch of sag. The reporter had always regretted that puberty hadn't been more generous, but could never bring herself to get breast implants. It was au natural or nothing as far as she was concerned.

"There's a legend about that spring, you know," Angelica said, to break the moment's silence. "The one in Fertile Valley. It's how it got its name."