A Baker's Dozen

As they lay panting against each other, they relived the moment, too weak to move.

Lois Lane shuddered as each egg **** its way through her ovipositor, each one crowded by the one behind...and Lana Lang shuddered too, her body relaxing into a ****-induced slump as the toxins pumped into her pussy spread throughout her body, muscles stiffening and then softening, the redhead slowly drooping with each breath, with each beat of her heart...and yet she did not fight it.

The pussy quivered as nerve-endings were lit up, brain bursting with dopamine, serotonin, oxycontin, and endorphins. To a woman who had never tried cocaine or ecstasy, who had never fallen in love or enjoyed multiple orgasms, it was as though a white-hot wire had been slid into her brain and every pleasure center was lit up at the same time. Lana lay in a swoon, utterly overwhelmed...and not cognizant of the gasps and moans of Lois Lane's demonic tentacle unloading its load into the woman's waiting womb.

Unseen and unknown to them both, the tentacle that squirmed in that tight snatch had already placed in motion the next sequence in the biological chain of events that were to play out. Hormones surged through the woman's body, beginning the series of changes that would lead to shifts in fat storage...beginnings of lactation...the temporary pause of ovulation... Lana Lang's body was being told that it was pregnant, and as she lay there an immobile lump, fucked and filled beyond her wildest dreams, she was being prepared for gestation, birth, motherhood.

Lois herself was the opposite, muscles locked in place as the slim tentacle expanded and expelled its cargo into the warm, dark depths of its victim's uterus. The reporter's body was rigid and immobile, barely able to breathe as she felt each and every one of the thirteen eggs push their way through the tapering tentacle tensed in the tight twat before her. Her body quivered with every release, which was accompanied by a burst of pleasure more intense than any climax she had know, yet was followed immediately by the painful pressure of another egg behind it, and another, and another...

A part of Lois wondered if this is what birth was like. Pushing out something so small, but through a smaller hole. Her whole being reduced to a single canal along which new life flowed. Whole life no more than a vessel for a new generation...but of what? And as the pain grew too intense, Lois felt the darkness close in on her vision, an aching weariness filled her limbs, a strange and terrible emptiness inside of her as though she had vomited and vomited until there was nothing left, and her black root quivered as though in dry heaves, trying to expel eggs that were not there.

Till at last Lois Lane's paralysis was complete and she collapsed atop her supine Lover, the black tentacle, utterly spent, going limp and slipping out of the pussy, trailing just a thin line of blood behind it.

When at last they could both move, Lois stared into Lana's eyes and croaked: "Was it good for you?"

Lana was too tired to laugh. But she smiled, weary and exultant...and managed to ask: "What now?"