An Enema

From the public bathroom, Blaze guided Lois Lane back through the restaurant, through her office, to her private bathroom. By then, the reporter was clutching her stomach. Her mouth tasted like sick, her guts were churning. It was like she was hungry but couldn't eat at the same time...

"Morning sickness, more or less," the demonic dickgirl said as she huddled the reporter over the toilet. "I'll give you a nice big milkshake to calm your stomach down in a bit, but first...we have to clean you out."

Lois wasn't sure what the demon was talking about...and then she saw Blaze hold up a black hose, with something that looked like a slender, tapered butt-plug at the end. Except the soft rubber plug, tapered at the tip, had a hole in it.

"What?" The reporter said, unable to say anything more clever. She could feel her abdomen bloating out now, a hard bulge sticking out a couple of inches right around her belly button.

"You're going to give birth through your ass," Blaze explained gently. "This is an inflatable plug and enema system. We're going to clean you out and stretch you out, in preparation for giving birth."

The reporter frowned, not liking where this was going at all.

"It'll be fine," the demon assured Lois as she gently stripped the reporter's last remaining clothes off. "You'll feel better afterwards, I promise. You've had enemas before, right?"

Lois had. Usually reserved for long stake-outs, when she knew it would be hours between bathroom trips, and it was essential to get everything out of her before hand. The occasional doctor's visit that required it. Not something she'd ever done for fun, exactly.

Angelica stripped off her clothing too. The reporter turned her face away, blushing. There was something weirdly sexual about it, two of them naked together.

"I can do it myself," Lois said. "You don't have to help."

"Now sweetmeat, don't be like that," Blaze said as she slathered lube over the end of the plug. "Just hold onto the bowl and try to relax..."

Lois couldn't relax. She felt the slim, lubricated rubber plug against her virgin pucker. Felt the demon apply ever more strength, the skin gradually giving way, despite Lois Lane's best efforts to push it out. Her fingers gripped the hard porcelain of the bowl, her breasts hanging over the open toilet. Even though the plug was only as big as a thumb, it felt bigger going in...and then she felt the hard ring of the base, and reminded herself to breathe.

It was inside of her.

"Okay now," Angelica said. "I'm going to inflate it a little. This is going to feel...well, maybe you'll enjoy it."

A little squeeze bulb in the demon's hand. A quick squeeze, and release. Squeeze, and release. At first, Lois didn't feel anything. But on the fourth or fifth squeeze, she could definitely feel the pressure on her sphincter increasing. The bulb was expanding inside of her.

Squeeze, and release. Squeeze, and release.

Lois spit into the toilet, then reprimanded herself. That kind of thing could easily lead to puking, and she didn't want to puke into the bowl in front of Blaze, no matter how nauseous she was feeling. Her asshole was on fire, the bulb pressing against her colon in unfamiliar ways.

Squeeze, and release. Squeeze, and release.

"How...how much more?" Lois groaned, feeling the soft mass inside of her, too big to expel.

"A woman's ass is made to pass a child," Blaze said, as though quoting something.

"No it fucking isn't!" Lois shot back, beads of cold sweat on her brow.

"Yours had better be," Angelica said. "Anyway, I think it's time we gave you your enema..."

The demon left the room and returned with a liter bottle of some clear fluid. Blaze set it against the reporter's leg as she fiddled with tubes and caps, and Lois was surprised at how warm it was to the touch.

"Now, this isn't body temperature...but it might feel a little warm." She warned as she squeezed a different bulb.

Hot liquid flowed into the reporter's rectum. Lois yiped as though scalded. The pressure in her colon increased, and she immediately wanted to do nothing except sit on the toilet and pump the hot liquid out of her guts as quickly as possible.

Instead, Angelica gave the bulb another squeeze, sending more of the hot liquid into her backside.

"Please, stop," Lois groaned. "I can't take any more..."

"Stay strong, sweetmeat," the demon said, patting her asscheeks. "We've got to get most of this in you. Then you can expel it."

Lois thought about simply ripping the plug out of her ass and sitting on the toilet. The demon could probably stop her but...the reporter felt another wave of nausea run through her body. Intellectually, Lois knew the demon was probably right. If she wanted to get these eggs out of her, she'd need to be as prepared for the birth as possible.

Which meant hanging on as the hot liquid was pumped into her. Fighting her body's biological urges every moment. Feeling the heavy, growing eggs slide deeper and deeper. The enema fluid was trickling into her bowels, making muscles relax, stretching out her colon as the plug sealed her ass tight. It was like Blaze was waiting for the eggs and liquid to meet...at least, that's what Lois hoped was going to happen. That when she did finally sit down on the porcelain throne, everything inside of her would be expelled in one great rectal blast to end them all.

The pain finally merged into a place where Lois could feel it, but was sort of riding on top of it. Her guts felt distended, whether from the eggs or enema or both, and she ran a hand down on the growing dome of a belly and knew that it was so. She had been clamping down on the plug for so long that she'd almost forgotten about it, only reminded when her strained anal muscles twitched and burned.

Squeeze, and release.

"All right, that's all of it. Feeling full?" Angelica said.

Lois shot her a tired but defiant look.

"Good. I'm going to pull the plug out. I need you to clamp down...try not to spill anything."

Blaze's fingers dug into the base of the plug, the tips biting gently into the reporter's ass. When she pulled, Lois thought her whole asshole would come with it. The plug was still pumped up and swollen, bigger than when it had slipped in. The demon hummed and squirted lube around the raw, sore flesh, but she never stopped pulling, stretching the asshole out...

Something gurgled in the reporter's intestines, trapped gas **** in odd places by the enema fluid. The plug was coming out, out...and Lois tried to squeeze, to hold the liquid filth inside of her in, not wanting to shit herself in front of Blaze, even though her body cried out for that...

The plug popped free with the tiniest of squirts, and faster than she could have believed she could do it, Lois was turned around and squatting over the toilet as her bowels emptied...and emptied...and emptied.

Blaze cleaned the plug while the reporter hung on for dear life, feeling the endless fluid emptying out of her guts, along with almost everything else. Except for the eggs. Her belly was almost sitting in her lap, and Lois stared at the swollen abdomen sullenly.

"Looks like you're not quite ready yet," the dickgirl said. Lois stared at her as she stroked her shaft back into hardness. "But I've got just the thing."