Tell Me

"A few years ago, my brother and I tried our hands at **** dealing. DMN was unique, addictive, and safe...with a few side effects. Unfortunately, that was enough for us to run into some problems of the costumed crimefighter persuasion," Angelica said.

Lois was listening, but her gaze was focused on the first of the "cows" before her. Their gaze was fixed on the middle distance, blinking slowly. Lost in some inner world, hips twitching as the dickgirl's generous balls were milked of their seed, the white fluid running through the clear tubes.

"After some experimentation, I managed to refine the formula. The new ****, FTA, is still addictive, still potent, but now the effects are slower and the side effects are under control. My brother didn't particularly care for the direction I was taking...or that I had started to, well, use it myself."

The reporter gasped as two of the "nurses" suddenly grabbed her wrists and shoulders. Lois thought about struggling, but professional instincts kicked in: once the villain starts a monologue, let them talk. The nurses turned Lois around so that she could see Angelica shed her dress, revealing her massive cock and balls. They were twice the size of anything the "cows" were sporting, like a 40oz beer can on top of a pair of navel oranges.

"The essential ingredient to FTA is expressed in the semen—the body craves it so much that it begins to produce it. The more my cows are milked, the more they produce...and the more stock I have to transform new customers. Right now, I can only produce enough for this club...but soon enough, I'll have enough cows a-milking to flood the entire city with FTA!"

Angelica began to stroke her cock into hardness.

"But what I really need isn't another club ****...I want to take this mainstream. Commercial. For that, I could really use a celebrity endorsement. Maybe even a certain crusading reporter on my side. Someone like...you."

The nurses **** Lois onto her knees. Angelica sauntered forward, the cock swaying hypnotically in front of her. The reporter was unable to look away.

"All you need is to really experience it," the dickgirl told her. "Of course, it is much more potent straight from the source."

Lois could smell the ammonia reek of Blaze's cock, hovering only an inch from her nose. If her mouth was open, she was sure she could taste it.

"Come now, Lois. Don't be shy. Say 'aaah.'"