As Big As Hen's Eggs

The ovipositor inside the reporter's vaginal canal thickened. Lois felt her heart thump against her sternum. It had begun.

In her mind's eye, Lois could see the sharp tips of the ovipositor prick her cervix, pumping it full of chemicals to numb the pain and relax the muscles. She could feel something as she "saw" the little jaws start to pry it apart, like some obscene organic gynecologist's tool, opening her womb in a way that it normally wouldn't unless she was ready to give birth.

Something hard moved through the ovipositor. Hard, round, narrow at the ends and thick at the middle. She could almost picture them, the size of hen's eggs. The image suddenly came to Lois, absurd and terrible, of buying a dozen eggs at the supermarket and trying to cram them into her womb. It was stupid, impossible.

It was happening.

Lois hissed, fingers scrabbling at Blaze's head, tangling in her hair as the first of the eggs reached the entrance to her womb. Even with the toxins numbing the pain, Lois felt that terrible penetration deep within as the first egg, too big for her little hole, squeezed itself in, **** through the opening by the second egg, already on its way.

Her thighs ached, pussy agitated as the eggs moved through her channel, rubbing against her sensitive spots as the demon continued her single-minded task. She wished that it didn't feel so good. That her hips would stop moving on their own, trying to rub her clit on Blaze's nose. Lois Lane could feel her orgasm so close, and yet so frustratingly far away, and she didn't know how to achieve it or what would happen if she did.

You will cum, Blaze promised. In the end.

Lois could feel the added weight of the egg sitting uncomfortably in her womb, and yet she knew that was only the first...and wondered how many she would have to carry.

They have to grow, Lois thought to herself. My womb is tiny, it can't take more than...what? Two, three?

Your womb is elastic, the demon's voice slipped inside the reporter's mind. You are far more fertile than you think. Plenty of room for plenty of eggs.