Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How big IS it going to get?

As Big As A Butternut Squash

The color drained from Lois Lane's face. She had seen those at the grocery store. The thick-bodied vegetables with the swollen base had always seemed fairly phallic to her...but she had never imagined one of them in her.

The red-headed villain, however, was lost to casual conversation or pertinent questions. Poison Ivy was bucking her hips, shoving the twin cock plants deep into her pussy and ass as she grunted and squirmed on the ground. It made the reporter's nipples hard just to watch her cavort, but the reporter herself was stuck, rooted to the ground by the gourd growing inside of her, pressing against the walls of her pussy, pushing deep within.

The reporter looked down at her pussy, the flesh pushed out by the growing vegetable in a distinct curve, and wondered briefly if this was some preview of what it was like to be pregnant, to give birth. To have this growing mass inside of you, **** to get out.

"To-tou-touch yourself!" Ivy wailed, her own splayed holes struggling with the bulbous bases of the cock-plants that she fucked herself with. "Flick your little bean! It-it'll make it so much easier when it has to come o-ou-out!"

Lois frowned, staring down at her painfully distended abdomen, the pink rim of her pussy lips stretched uncomfortably tight, ready to tear at any minute. Under the pressure, her clitoris was standing out more than usual.

Maybe I should masturbate, the reporter thought. I mean, it's not like I can do anything else until I get this thing out of me.

Licking two fingers, the reporter lowered them to her hard, sensitive little nub. Whether it was because of the situation or some other reason, it was more sensitive than normal. Lois could feel something almost like an electric shock run through her as she gently stroked her clit, tremors moving up her arm as she moved a little faster, a little harder. The gourd inside her continued to swell and swell, and it made the reporter ache inside, little odd pains as her pussy was pushed past anything it had experienced before.

"A woman's cunt is made to pass a child," she whispered to herself. "I can do this. I have to."