Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What does Lois do?

Plug Circe Up

The plug wasn't more difficult to position than the syringe had been...but with the curly tail, Lois found it difficult to squeeze into the **** sorceress's sperm-filled slit. The reporter finally had to lay down on her side and use both of her front trotters to push it in. Nor was Lois so sanctimonious as to not feel mingled satisfaction and guilt as the black plug slipped through the creamy mess of Circe's cunt, so that the labia slipped back over the narrow neck, and only the curly tail emerged from between the lips. The reporter gave herself a little smile of satisfaction as she thought about the sperm now swimming inside the villain's pussy.

She hoped Circe would get the piglets she had so desired.

As for herself...

Lois stared down at the rubber prostheses that encapsulated her hands and knees. Felt the bonds that kept her feet tucked up against her buttocks, the black plug in her ass, the headband that held her ears in place, the nose-hooks which gave her an almost porcine snout. She needed to get out of this ridiculous outfit...but she couldn't do it on her own. And there was no one else here.

The reporter had **** but to go for help.

So the little piggy went for a walk, ass wiggling in her bondage gear, and left her mistress behind her.

The door, fortunately, had a latch handle rather than a knob; all Lois had to do was balance herself on her knees and bring her trotters up and bring the long bar down. The door opened with a soft click and swung inward, so that the reporter could nudge it open with her face and trot out...into the carpeted hallway of a brothel.

The reporter paused for a moment, and frowned. There were doors on either side of the hallway, much like an upscale hotel; and the deep red carpet was fresh, the walls painted a slightly pearly cream, with erotic prints hung between each door, and brass light fixtures above that. She didn't remember it being so opulent...

...and then the door behind her shut with a click.

Trotters aching, small breasts swaying, Lois trotted on, hoping she could find someone to help her.