She Starts To Lactate

A tingle swept through the reporter's body, a pins and needles sensation that seemed to focus in her swollen tits. Even as the warm milk flooded her mouth from Maria's pierced tit, Lois Lane could feel a definite but unfamiliar pressure building in her own breasts.

She released the teat and glanced down at her heaving bosoms, each one feeling full and heavy. Her shoulders were hurting just carrying the milkbags...

Lois Lane's eyes caught on her nipples, which were stiff...the areola puffy, with little hills surrounding the engorged hills. The red crystals on her piercings shone brightly, and the reporter swore she could still feel the pins-and-needles sensation working deep within. Fat white drops were forming at the tips of her pink nipples.

"You cunt," the reporter murmured. Each of her breasts had to be at least half the size of her head now, and Lois swore she could still see them growing, the skin stretching ever more taut and shiny, blue veins **** to the surface. Even though she had just drank a gallon of milk, Lois was feeling thirsty again.

"Bad cow!" Lois hissed, and brought her hand across Maria's left tit with a hard smack. The tit jiggled like a wounded water balloon, and the young four-breasted woman moaned like a cow in heat, her all of her sixteen nipples, four per tit, hard and a few of them leaking. "Look what you did to me!"

Big hazel eyes turned to Lois. The reporter felt lust and anger moving through her as she **** the young woman onto all fours, the biggest of Maria's heaving udders scraping the floor.

It has to be the Kryptonite! Lois knew rationally. Hormones flooding my body to make me lactate...making it hard to think right...need to clear my head...

Lois couldn't remember when her clothes had come off. It was getting harder to remember things. But she was naked now, and her cunt was wet. She grabbed Maria by the side of her head and brought the big-titted woman toward her crotch.

"Now be a good cow," the reporter hissed. "And lick my cunt!"

Maybe after I cum a few times, I'll be able to think straight. Was the last rational thought Lois had for a while as Maria opened her mouth and extended a long tongue to eagerly lap at the reporter's dripping slit.