Drop The Idol

Her fingers opened. Gravity took hold on the statue with the glowing spirals on its gravid belly. Time seemed to slow.

Lois Lane saw the stranger's eyes widen in shock and alarm.

Looked down as the strange idol hit the hard bricks on the alley.

For a brief moment, before she even heard the crack, she saw the great fissure run up the surface as though that great belly was shattered like an egg. There was a light inside, so bright...

Bright...

The flash chased away the night. The idol seemed to crumble, as though it was made of the flimsiest film. A pillar of light erupted straight upwards...right between the reporter's splayed legs.

There was the sensation of being caught in a torrent. Lois struggled to keep her feet as something slipped through and into her, straight through her clothes as if they weren't there. She could feel her skin burn as though she had laid out in the sun too long, except it was in places where the sun had never shown. For a moment, something rushed up inside the reporter's pussy so forcefully she was afraid she was going to be lifted straight up into the skin.

It seemed to sink through her birth canal and fill her up like a balloon, and the light increased until Lois had to shut her eyes, for fear of being blinded.

Then, almost as soon as it was over, it ended. Lois stood there, rocking on her heels, blinking away the bright shadows. The alley was dark again. The fragments of the idol were melting into a fine mist, like dry ice.