As Big As Ostrich's Eggs

Lois Lane had been there when her mother gave birth. She'd seen the crowning. The way the perineum stretched and stretched, taut and pink. A woman's body was made to stretch that way, her mother had said, before. Made to bear.

Except the baby's head had been a little too big. Lois knew something was wrong when she heard her mother scream. When she saw the red spots on the skin as it stretched even further. Then she swore she heard the rip, like wet cloth tearing...and the bright spurt of blood, all over the white blanket... Something hot had hit her face.

Things happened very swiftly after that, and the doctor blocked Lois' view. Her father had come in, smelling of whiskey and cigars, and wiped her face. That was when she realized the blood had sprayed that far.

Now, all these decades later, that memory came back very vividly to Lois Lane...because it felt like she was about to experience that same sensation in reverse.

She could not see the distension in Blaze's body as the massive egg, so big that Lois would not have been able to get her fingers to circle the widest part, moved through the demon's body. Yet she felt the mass of the shell as it pushed against her body. Like a small bowling ball, wanting to **** its way in.

Toxins oozed into the reporter's flesh, forcing the muscles into unnatural laxitude. The human body was amazing, and could stretch and distend much further than most people suspected. So too, the passive **** of the long, slow convulsion that moved the egg down the reporter's birth canal gave the reporter's body at least some time to adjust as the hot, heavy mass squeezed through her once-tight passage.

Yet there are limits to even what the human body can endure without permanent alteration. Muscles and ligaments that tear. Orifices that stretched so far that they can never again quite go back to their normal shape. When the pointed tip of the first egg touched her dilated cervix, the reporter felt a flare of pain that all of Blaze's nerve-deadening venoms could not abate...and then the reporter's entire body seized up as the terrible, implacable pressure of the massive egg slowly being **** into her uterus.

Her stomach distended. The reporter **** herself to breathe, but curiosity made her watch as the solid bulge made its way deeper into her abdomen. It felt impossible...the reporter shook, damp with cold sweat, her whole body strained to its utmost as her cervix, which normally was stretched so far that her closed fist could easily have passed through the ring of flesh without touching the sides...and then with a sudden convulsion, like shitting a rock but backwards, the egg passed its widest part and was **** into her unnaturally elastic uterus.

Lois collapsed backward, her lower body spasming with the after-shocks of the egg being planted inside of her. Exhausted, aching, exhilarated, unbelieving of the hard weight in her belly, which stood out as though she was a few months pregnant. For a moment, Lois let herself just breathe...

...and then the second egg began its journey.