She Could Get Addicted To This

Lois pulled. The suction was relentless. Her balls hit the pad with regular thumps. Once her legs were braced properly, it was almost like a workout—holding the bars tight and pulling back, then letting it suck her forward. The undulating pink lights on the screen resolved themselves into stats...heart rate, calories burned. Little reminders flashed on screen reminding her to hydrate, and Lois placed her mouth on the nipple and sucked, feeling cold sports drink fill her mouth, some inexpressible berry flavor...

Time was measured in humps. The pressure built inside her with each small stroke. She could feel the tingle behind the head of her new cock, the tightness and pressure seemed to increase. Her thighs trembled and stomach tightened as her anticipation grew and grew. Lois knew what this led to...what was happening. On the screen, pornographic images began to flash. Naked men, women, trans people...a slideshow of artistic nudes, growing steadily more explicit, zooming in, focusing on the genitals...all those cocks and cunts...

Her breath came in hot pants now. Eyes locked on the screen. The pressure was building and building. Lois knew what it was like now, for men. The need to find release. The aching, terrible throb inside of her. Cock so stiff it hurt, balls slapping harder now, sweat dripping down her naked body.

The ejaculation came before Lois was ready for it. The hot terrible explosion deep inside the artificial vagina that sheathed her shaft. Her buttocks cinched tight and Lois threw her head back, eyes locked on the screen as new stats rolled in:

Ejaculations: 00001

Volume: 23 ml

Est. Sperm Count: 300 million per ml

The suction lessened. Lois stood at the station, panting. The hydrate sign blinked, and Lois greedily sucked at the nozzle. Her whole body ached, and the vibration in the tube shifted, massaging her sore cock as it slowly softened.

If Lois Lane had to do this every day, she thought she could get used to this...