Blink Twice

Lois wanted to shiver. She wanted to be elsewhere. To scream, to whisper, to call for help. She had no reason to trust Lex Luthor of all people, with anything he said. Except...her stomach was distended. Someone had put something up her ass. And he was asking, when she knew deep down that he could have done whatever he wanted to her without her permission.

After a tense moment that had her eyes watering, Lois blinked. Twice for yes.

Lex moved into motion without a word.

She still couldn't move much. But she could feel it, as Luthor moved her, spreading her legs apart and lifting them up higher, scooting her forward until her butt was on the very edge.

Better access, she thought. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Think of it like a visit to the gynecologist, Lane. Just put yourself somewhere else. Find your happy place.

Something cold, hard, and wet touched Lois' pucker. She was not in her happy place as it pressed, gently but firmly, against her asshole. Lois knew enough not to fight it, not to squeeze down against the tool—but it was fighting an instinct, like telling yourself not to be afraid. The only thing that made it worse was feeling the steel duckbeak of the speculum slip inside, the lubricated metal cold but not particularly painful as it wedged in deeper...and deeper...

"If you experience any pain, blink rapidly." Lex's voice came from beyond the dome of her stomach. "The cameras will catch the movement and alert me."

Cameras. Lois wanted to groan, feeling her pulse race. Wonderful. I bet he's recording this too.

Lois had never had a nightmare of herself in one of those horror movies, the one where the alien impregnated the astronaut or the astronaut's wife and they were **** to give birth, all soft focus and carefully orchestrated screams and a big latex belly. Now though...now she was starring in on of those films. One which Lex Luthor would probably replay and jerk off to in private, his own little fetish. Nerds were like that, and Lex was the biggest nerd of a—

"Ack!" Lois grunted.

The speculum had begun to spread. It was somehow worse than a vaginal speculum, during a gynecological exam. Lois could feel her sphincter fighting the cold steel mechanicals, depsite trying her best to replay. Her rectum felt like a rubber band being slowly stretched to the breaking point, and it was incredibly uncomfortable, although not actually painful...not yet.

It took minutes. Minutes of sitting idly, trying not to blink too much, trying not to think about how wide her ass was being stretched open and whether it would ever fully close again.

I can feel cool air on my ass. Lois shuddered. On the inside. I must be gaping like...like...one of those internet memes. I'm never going to shit solid again. Be wearing diapers for the rest of my life. Her heart thumped, palms and the soles of her feet suddenly sweaty and itchy, but the reporter focused on her breathing. Calm down Lane. People get their ass gaped every day. You don't see a lot of porn stars in diapers, right? The anus is an elastic muscle, it can stretch and it can heal. You can do this.

Lois turned her eyes back to her belly, her spread legs and knees visible, the light glinting off Luthor's head beyond. Nothing was touching her exactly, but there was a sensation of movement. What is he doing down there?