A Manual Exam

With a soft hiss of escaping air, the gigantic probe pulled free from Lois Lane's gaping cunt. She breathed a little sigh of relief...and then was crushed with an almost palpable feeling of emptiness. The reporter gazed placidly down at the size of the retreating instrument, amazed that all of that had been in her...and despite the pain, and there was pain, still, cutting through all the **** that had numbed her, Lois still felt a sense of loss now that the gigantic tool had left her.

Almost absently, the reporter reached a hand down...sliding past the smooth skin of her lower belly, over the little black tuft of carefully-trimmed pubic hair that she liked to keep, just to remind herself that she was a woman and not some overgrown Barbie doll, down to the little hood of skin that hid her clit...

The numbness was still there, deep inside of Lois, but she sighed at the familiar sensation of her finger rubbing gently at the sensitive little nub. Encouraged, Lois took a deep breath and let her hand slip down lower, letting her fingers explore herself, just to see if...anything had changed.

Her labia tingled slightly, as though the blood was rushing back to those extremities. Lois tugged gently at them, but they still seemed soft and tight, not loose and dangling as she feared. Spreading her outer lips open with pinky and forefinger, the reporter took a deep breath and began to explore deeper...

I hope there isn't too much damage, Lois thought to herself, imagining her pussy stuck as some cavernous cunt for the rest of her life, unable to take pleasure from any kind of normal coitus. Yet the image didn't disgust her as she thought it should have, if anything it almost felt like she was getting wetter.

I hope watching that porn hasn't done too much damage! She thought wryly, wondering if she'd gained a new kink.

The two middle fingers of Lois' right hand disappeared into her hole. With a slight shock, she realized she couldn't even feel the sides of her pussy. The digits simply waggled in a void. Licking her lips and slightly concerned, Lois let go of the labia, letting them fall closed on her hand, and then pressed deeper.

It was a shock to Lois how easily her hand slipped into her gaping cunt. No foreplay, no "one-finger, two-fingers, three-fingers, four..." Her hand slipped in as naturally and easily as if she was slipping them into her mouth. The reporter's only relief was that she could feel thumb and pinky scraping her inner walls. At least she could touch the sides without effort.

Of course, after the stretching I received, maybe it's not that weird. It'll probably go back to normal...or almost normal...as I heal. Still...this is a rare opportunity, Lois though as she sat forward in the chair, wincing slightly as her lower abs and back complained. Let's see...how deep I can go.

Keeping her fingers together, Lois inched her hand deeper into the depths of her pussy. The lips of her vagina parted easily around her wrist, and the reporter could feel a warm, sticky dampness inside her...the remnants of whatever lubricant that the probe had been using, combined with her body's own natural juices. It felt strange just moving her hand around inside...she was normally so tight that fisting was only a fantasy, something that happened to porn stars and loose sluts. Lois herself had never gone beyond a few fingers, but now...

The angle wasn't great, and the walls of her pussy appeared to narrow farther in, hampering Lois' process. She could fit her whole hand inside of herself without effort, but there was no way to really line up wrist & forearm for any "deep spelunking"...which, the reporter reflected, was probably a good thing.

The stimulation of the fisting, even though not intended as masturbation, was getting her motor running again. She could feel the sexual excitement growing within her, but the numbness of the anesthetics hadn't quite worn off, and there was far less stimulation from trying to work her hand deeper in than she had imagined.

"Dammit," Lois said aloud, feeling a hot blush across her cheeks. "I wish..."