A Seedpod

Her teeth hurt, she clenched them so hard. Her back arched. Poison Ivy put one hand on her stomach, holding her down as she pulled the strange plant out of the reporter's pussy.

Don't scream, don't scream, Lois told herself, even though it felt like she was being pulled inside out. How deep inside is it?

Slowly, inch by inch, it slid out of her. The reporter kept her eyes shut, but she could feel every knob and bump. It reminded her of those strange sex toys with all the little dimples. She had never imagined how those were supposed to feel good, but now...her face flushed as she felt her pussy stretched. The little bit of added roughness, the unexpected way it rubbed against her sensitive spots.

Don't cum, don't cum, became Lois Lane's mantra.

After what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than a few minutes, she felt the last of it pull out of her...and collapsed back on the ground. She remembered to breathe, panting heavily. Her pussy felt like it was gaping. Lois tried to close it, winced, and tried again. Muscles were still working.

Lois opened her eyes.

"Look at it," Ivy held a greenish tuber, somewhat like a squash but shot through with dark black round seeds, each the size of a dime. "Look how fertile you are!"

Not for the first time, the reporter remembered that Poison Ivy was often locked away at Arkham Sanitarium.

"What ah...what did you do?" Lois asked. "I mean, did you use me as an incubator for your seedpod, or..."

The reporter winced. It felt like there was something still inside of her.

"Oh no, no," the woman waved a green hand. "Just something I've been working on. Human egg cells are inherently fragile. Die all the time. Plant seeds are much more durable. That's what these are! All the thousands of eggs you would have had during your lifetime, transformed into seeds. They'll stay viable for years...decades! Just think, no more periods."

Lois Lane's eyes widened. "I'm...sterile?"

"Oh no. If you ever want to get pregnant, you just have to pop a seed out..." Ivy plucked a little black ball from the green pod. "...and shove it right up next to your cervix. The outer shell will dissolve, and an orgasm should suck it right into your uterus where it will attach automatically."

The reporter wasn't sure how she felt about that. Whether Poison Ivy was a genius at the biological sciences or just an insane woman who liked sticking strange plants up vaginas. Not that she could rule either out.

Ivy smiled coyly. She held out the little black seed.

"Want to try? I could impregnate you right now..."