A Bubble Bursting

A core of pressure built in the center of her being. Encased in latex, Lois Lane could feel it swell inside her cunt. The seal was perfect. There was nowhere for it to go.

The bound reporter tried to writhe, but was unable to move as more and more jizz pumped inside of her. Mortal flesh was not made for this, it was like water pouring into a balloon...only the balloon was inside of her, swelling gently, pressing against her bones and organs.

She squeezed her cunt desperately, trying to push the jizz out, but it was useless. Like trying to fight back the ocean as it swelled within her, more and more ever second. Lois could picture the cock spitting spurt after spurt, packing the jizz inside of her more and more, denser and denser, millions of little swimmer in her bloated channel.

Something had to give.

Something did.

It wasn't pain exactly. It was a sense of intrusion. The fluid pressure building on her cervix became too much for the sphincter to handle. Lois could feel the internal muscle quiver and strain. What happened next should have been impossible. It opened just a tiny bit.

Like a bubble bursting, cum shot into the void of the reporter's womb. The sudden ease of pressure made Lois weep with relief—quickly followed by fear and guilt as she understood what that meant. Jizz inside her most dangerous place. On this, a particularly dangerous day.

Then the heat became too much for her, and Lois Lane sank into quiet oblivion.