Depth Test

Tension gripped Lois' chest, her breath catching as the edge of her pussy slipped over the black glass probe. It had always been this way, when she was testing her limits. The fear, the anticipation...and the burning desire to see how far she could go, how far she dared to go...

Now she couldn't even see the probe, only where her cavernous cunt was perched on top of the shaft, still on her tip-toes. Gently, with infinite care, Lois began to lower her heels toward the ground, while keeping her legs straight. There was resistance...but not enough, not nearly enough. Her overgrown labia were slick with her juices, and there was a massive space inside her now that had pushed her hips apart, and the three-inch bollard she was straddling slipped in, slick and easy. Her heels touched the floor.

Lois rested there, standing with feet flat and shoulder-width apart, and the most terrible part of it was that she didn't feel abnormal in the slightest. A three-inch wide plug should be stretching her apart, but while she knew it was there, there was no sense of exertion or difficulty in the slightest. Lois placed a hand right above her enlarged pussy, feeling the hardness of the probe beneath her skin...but so far yet from her belly button or internal organs.

I could walk around all day with a massive dildo in my pussy, and not notice it. The thought ran through her with a shiver. A normal dick would get lost in there. Like a hotdog in a subway station.

Other old jokes surfaced, ancient comedy routines that were somehow less funny in real life.

"The probe must be inserted deeper." The voice razzed out of the speakers.

Lois licked her lips...and began to bend her knees. This was trickier: the vagina is not a straight track, but curls a little. As she lowered herself in a long, slow squat, Lois could feel the immobile probe and spread touch her inner walls...and they began to stretch to accommodate the intruder. Lois could almost feel her insides shift, imagining how things were being displaced. Highschool geometry came back to her, as she tried to distract herself by calculating the volume of a cylinder three inches in diameter and twelve...thirteen...fourteen inches long...she could feel every fraction, her gaping puss rubbing against the probe like a giant glass dildo, almost frictionless.

The reporter stopped in half-squat, thighs burning, sweat dotting her face and chest. Her abdomen was visibly distended now, where the probe was pressing through muscle and integument to stretch the skin from beneath. She could feel that it had passed through her hip bones now, and wasn't sure how much farther she could go without hitting her cervix or damaging herself. The resistance had increased to the point that she was afraid of trying to press it any farther. No matter how elastic her genitals had become, she doubted her pussy could support the full weight of her pussy. As it is, she the probe was occupying a volume in her vaginal canal larger than a full-term fetus.

"Probe at optimal depth. Please hold this position." The speaker razzed.

Lois felt more than heard the electric buzz as some machinery came to life within the probe, and she looked with concern at the pole she'd skewered herself on, unable to get away quickly even if she dared.