As Many As She Can Take

Lois Lane could feel the tension in her body. The strange alien gripped her legs tightly, its slimy pink underside pressed against her pussy, the ovipositor pushed right up next to her cervix, which was fully dilated to receive the strange cargo it was providing. The thing hardly moved, but it kept latched on, and one after another little bulge pressed itself against her cervix...and Lois could not help but cry out as her poor inner orifice was stretched, and the weight built up in her womb.

In the Lab

"...five," Mercy Graves counted as she read the cunthugger drone telemetry. "Cervix is still elastic."

"It had better be, after all that gingo extract we've slipped her, she's temporarily as stretchy as the Elongated Man," Lex Luthor said. The bald man allowed himself a little grin as he loosened his tie. "But she should still feel everything. Pump her full of as many eggs as she can hold. The more we can get inside of her, the better our return when she delivers."

Mercy Graves hesitated. She turned from the screen to look at Luthor.

"We're...actually going to have her deliver them, sir? I thought..."

Luthor stared at her. "They won't burst out of her womb. The elongating properties make her uterus rupture-proof. In six hours, she'll birth them normally, the same way they came in."

He smiled at the screen. It was a cold, ugly smile with no mirth in it.

"It should be quite the show."

In the White Room

"A...aagh," Lois grit her teeth as her poor, abused cervix accepted another egg. The cunthugger's ovipositor pressed harder, fighting to squeeze more of the little orbs into her already overstuffed womb. "How many of these damn things are in me, Lex? You said one embryo!"

The reporter's abdomen felt heavy...and there was a bulge there, about three inches south of her navel, that hadn't been there before. When she pressed on the skin, she could actually feel the little bumps. Fortunately, it wasn't exactly painful...just increasingly uncomfortable. Already the load was pressed against her bladder until it was fit to burst...and with the butt plug and enema in place, the reporter's body felt cramped for space.

"You need to hold on, Lois," Lex Luthor's voice came down from the hidden speakers. "When it is done, it will fall off naturally."

Lois Lane grit her teeth. If this thing held on much longer, she was going to...

Another egg pressed against her cervix. The uterus expanded just a fraction to accommodate the alien organism, which put pressure on Lois Lane's other organs. Her bladder, already full, momentarily saw a weakening of the sphincter. Yellow piss squirted out onto the cunthugger. Normally, that would be funny...if the urine had not found its way in through an unprotected gap. Dripped onto sensitive electronics. Chips burned and sparked...and the ovipositor surged upwards as the "alien" suddenly went beserk.

In the Lab

"Oh hell," Mercy Graves said as red lights began to flash. She stabbed at the keyboard.

"What's going on?" Lex grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away from the terminal forcefully.

"Cunthugger's not responding! It's...it's going crazy! Dumping its whole load into her!" Mercy shouted. "There's over a hundred eggs in there!"

"Damn!" Lex said...but that momentary emotion soon drained from his features. One button reached out to touch a control, and the alarm stopped.

"But...she can take it," Lex said. "Now we only have to wait."