A Root

Lois Lane woke up, still in what was left of her costume. Her back rested on loam, her eyes faced the grow lights above. Thriving marijuana plants hovered inches away on either side of her. She felt...bloated, full, and like something was stuck inside of her pussy. The reporter looked down the length of herself, having to raise herself up on her arms to see over the unaccountable swell of her belly, and...

A thick, wooden root extended out of her vagina and into the loamy soil. It was like a plumbing L-joint, but with the texture and hardness of a pumpkin stem.

"What the fuck?" Lois muttered under her breath. She wasn't normally one given to profanities, but the very bizarreness of the situation...and the swiftly-fading memories of her dream...

Reaching down between her legs proved more of a chore than Lois guessed. Her belly felt tight, swollen and hard; it dawned on her very quickly that there was something hard and unyielding inside of her, and sitting up caused her to wince in unfamiliar places. Finally, though, she managed to sit up far enough to grab the root and pull.

Pain flared through Lois, sharp and bright. She grimaced. It wasn't like anything was tearing more like...when she tugged at the root, it felt like all of her insides were tugged along with it. The reporter shook her head and tried to think.

Okay, so I ate the ass of a highly toxic and incredibly attractive supervillain, and now I'm rooted in her grow house. Must be some kind of experiment. The reporter dug her fingers into the dirt around the base. The root can't be dug in too deep; if I can stand up, I can probably pull it out...I'd still have a root stuck between my legs, but it would be something.

Lois took a deep breath, determined to try it. She raised her legs, planing her feet on the ground. Levered her hands underneath her, and...a shadow fell across her face.

"Oh, you're awake," Ivy said, staring down at Lois. "And ready to harvest, too! Let's get that out of you."

The reporter felt herself settle back down to the loam. If Poison Ivy was willing to get this thing out of her, she wasn't about to kick...yet.

The supervillain crossed in front of Lois, a pair of pruning shears in one hand.

"What...is this?" Lois asked, out of morbid curiosity.

"Oh, a special cultivar of my own," Ivy said. She paused and smiled at Lois. "Did you know that human women are born with two million eggs? Most of them die off, thousands every month...that's not even counting menses. All that glorious fertility wasted..."

There was a snip, and Lois felt a kind of shudder as the shears cut through the wooden root. A gloved hand pressed at the reporter's labia, loose dirt tumbling into Lois Lane's pussy. The reporter had a sudden, dire suspicion of what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare her for the painful tugging as Ivy began to slowly pull the plant inside of her out.

Lois grunted, trying not to scream. It felt like...like what she imagined birth was like. Her whole insides felt like they were being pulled out of her pussy in one long, slow, tug. And the worst part was, she could feel things giving way...a heavy mass pushing at her cunt from within, spreading the lips open wider than they had ever been.