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There were papers that Lois scrawled a signature on without reading. Things moved into action. Everyone was moving, talking. Lois couldn't exactly follow what was going on. Tyrell brought Lois a bottle of water. She took it thankfully, suddenly thirsty, and was half-way through it when she saw the half-dissolved pill at the bottom of this.

"You need to loosen up," he whispered, the big brown hands on her shoulders. "But stay focused."

The director called makeup. A tall woman with olive skin and dark eyes, in t-shirt and black jeans, arrived. She walked the topless reporter into the dressing room.

"I'm Angelica," the woman said. Lois studied her, thirsty but not wanting to drink any more of the water. Her breasts already felt ready to burst. She gave Lois a funny little half-smile, and moved in an efficient, economical manner, as if she had done this hundreds of times before. She took the water bottle from Lois Lane's hand, and pulled the reporter's pants and shoes off.

Wet wipes came out. With swift, almost clinical swipes, Angelica ran them all over every part of the reporter's body below the neck. The reporter felt unsteady, and felt she had to take advantage of this opportunity...find out something...

"Have you worked here long?" Lois asked.

Angelica's ran the wipe carefully over the reporter's pussy lips, and then up and over her anus. The woman stood and looked Lois in the eyes.

"Since they started. Raise your arms."

Lois did as she was told...and only a moment later realized she was doing it. The wipes ran over her armpits, and then Angelica ran them over the reporter's swollen teats. The woman noticed the little gasp from Lois as the sensitive, sore, swollen teats were swiped clean. Looking down, the reporter swore that they were still growing, nipples still terribly puffy and hard.

"New, eh? You'll get used to it."

The reporter gave a grin. "So...the other women...I mean, it's Lesbian Gangbang Fuckmeat, right?"

"They're on their way," Angelica said. She brought out a disposable razor and a can of shaving foam. Lois swallowed, utterly embarrassed as with great care her pubes and armpit hair disappeared, leaving her smooth...and oddly, that made her feel more naked than before.

Lois struggled to find a question she could ask that wouldn't seem strange. "What uh...what happens after the shoot?"

"You get paid," Angelica came up with a hose. Lois Lane's eyes widened. She nodded Lois toward a toilet at the back of the dressing room. "Come on, let's get this over with."

The enema wasn't as bad as Lois imagined. Angelica was so confident, and surprisingly gentle. The reporter grimaced as the lubed-up hose pressed against her backside, but Angelica talked her through it.

"Okay, squeeze...good...now relax...see? It slides right in. Okay, I'm going to pour in some water, this is going to be cold..."

It was. There was pressure, but not to the point of pain.

"Hold it in as long as you can, and then sit down. We'll do this until it comes out clear..."

There was more noise from the studio beyond the dressing room door. High-pitched voices. The women had arrived. Lois swallowed. Her chances of getting out of this without actually going through and doing the porn seemed smaller and smaller.

A question entered her head. She asked it without thinking.

"You aren't on the bimbo pills. What are you getting out of this?"