A Second Cock Plant Appears

Something hard pressed against Lois Lane's ass. She twisted her body, striving to see what it was, already afraid that she knew.

A slender green shoot, budding off the base of the fact cock plant that Lois Lane's pussy was impaled upon, arched up in a narrow curve to rest against the rosebud between her cheeks.

Ivy crowded closer. The redhead rubbed her own pussy, and brought forth a handful of clear, sticky, honey.

"Let me help you with that," the green-eyed villain said sultrily.

Lois Lane knew she should put an end to this right now. That she should stand up, waddle away bowlegged, and let her poor pussy recover. Yet something stopped her. Something kept her still as the villain rubbed the gooey lubricant into her asshole. Who spread her ass cheeks wide and gently but firmly began to **** the reporter down on the still-growing cock-plant.

Call it curiosity. The same insatiable need to know that made Lois Lane such an intrepid and fearless reporter. Lois felt her heart thunder against her breast bone as she felt the cock plant slip inside her virgin anus. Its skin was still soft, like a summer squash, and she was afraid that if she squeezed hard she would crush it...and it was moving, growing, deeper inside of her, a little bit at a time...

The deeper it grew, the wider and harder it became. Lois bit her lower lip as she felt her sphincter slowly, achingly, being spread apart. It didn't hurt...and it didn't feel good, exactly, not like the impossibly thick cock-plant spreading her pussy. But it was weird, and she could feel it slide against the bigger cock-plant now, rubbing at the thin layers of flesh that separated vagina and anus.

Ivy's hand touch the reporter's stomach, just above her pussy. Where the mass of the bigger cock-plant was distending the flesh of her abdomen.

"You are as beautiful as a flower," Ivy said, those great green eyes fixed on Lois Lane. "It's almost like you're taking root."

Puffy lips pressed against the reporter's own. Lois Lane didn't know how to react as Ivy pulled back, the reporter's lower lip pulled along with her. Thos green eyes were almost hypnotic, the villain had such a strange presence...like an invisible wet heat that emanated from her skin.

Oxygen, the reporter's mind said. She's making oxygen, like a plant. Pure oxygen gets you high...