End: Big Enough To Ruin Her For All Others

The tissues of the human vagina are elastic; if women who have given birth stayed stretched out from their ordeal, no man would gain pleasure from their holes...and many women in history had given birth to a dozen children or more, and their lovers still came willingly and speedily between their thighs, eager for the hot, soft welcome. Yet as Lois Lane slid down until her buttocks rested against Lord Satanus' massive balls...as her strange anatomy allowed his shaft to slid up inside of her until it seemed that the tip of his cock pressed against her beating heart...the reporter wondered if there would be any going back to for her after this point.

Black bolts arced between the demon's horns. His breath, wet and hot, blew out from his helmet...and with each breath, as his chest contracted, the cock swelled...and Lois could feel it as it grew thicker...pushed deeper...she felt utterly hollow, and still it grew, and her elastic cunt, bolstered by Blaze's magic, stretched with it.

"Oh...Oh Jesus..." Lois said, half in prayer. She could hardly move...couldn't even bring herself to slide up and down on that immense prick. It felt like she was impaled on a fire hydrant, and her poor body deformed itself to accommodate as the cock continued to slowly expand with her. Within the dark confines of his helmet, Satanus' eyes burned.

"Pray not to your simpering Christ," the demon growled. "My cock is your only religion now, slut...for I see now the flaw in my sister's spell."

"I can't...I can..." The reporter's eyes bugged out of her head.

There is a physical limit to all things. Tissues might stretch, organs might shift, but there are limits. The bones of the pelvis which cannot bend. The torso, which has a fixed volume. At some point, there is no more room for cock. Organs will get crushed, bones...break.

CR-ACK

"Aaargh!" Lois screamed as her pelvis broke...and then the pain washed away as black lightning zapped from the demon's horns to her brow. The reporter's body froze as pain was swiftly replaced by pleasure...agony with ecstasy...and the reporter moaned in uncontrollable sexual satiation as the tip of Satanus' cock, now large as a basketball, distended the skin beneath her ribs. The reporter moaned in brief gasps as her lungs were crushed...

The demon ignored her moans. His gaze was fixed on the web of his sister's spells, now stretched to the breaking point...and his own dark power flowed in along those invisible channels. Fortifying and amplifying her spellwork. Lois had no idea what was happening to her...but she could feel the broken bone grow and shift, torn tissues repair themselves, and her body strained and settled into a new configuration with unusually wide hips...and a gaping pit of a pussy, splayed wide around the immensity of the demon's prick. A bowling ball could slide into the reporter's gaping chasm without touching the sides...and three of them could fit within her distended torso without effort.

Dark energies crackled all over the demon's form...and though Lois Lane had no sense of what was happening, she could tell that something had changed. She felt as though she sat astride a figure of black fire...dark flesh melted away, yet something still filled her aching, overstretched cunny...something flowed into her...

...and in a mere moment, the chains dangled empty from the wall...and Lois Lane crashed down onto her knees, clutching her swollen, distended stomach that stretched out in front of her.

Up, slut. A voice echoed within her brain. The reporter staggered up. Her skin stretched and distended around the hot, heavy mass in her bloated belly. Her cunny felt deflated and empty...but the shooting pains of her overstretched abdomen were swiftly met with equal blasts of pure bliss, as the masochistic spells of Blaze and Satanus continued to work on the reporter.

Out, Satanus ordered from within her. Bring us out and away from my sister's influence. It will be months before I am strong enough to regain my form.

Lois struggled. She staggered, one foot in front of the other. Her center of gravity was thrown off, her body ached at the unaccustomed weight...and yet she could move...and she did. There was no faux-Vixen to bar her path, no one that barred her way as she followed the internal directions of her passenger out of the club, to stagger half-naked and exhausted into the alley. Satanus' power worked to ensure she emerged unharmed and unseen, amused at the thought of his sister blindly seeking Lois Lane out.

Within her body, the infernal energies that were Satanus forged a new body. It would take some time, but safely hidden within the reporter's flesh, he was secure. Lois waddled out into the Metropolis night, her wide-hipped gape awkward, both hands under the dome of her distended abdomen as she struggled along.

She had failed her mission; failed to find the missing women, to secure her story...and had gained, as well, this monstrous burden in her strangely distorted womb. Distantly, Blaze raged...but there was nothing she could do. Her spells had bound her brother alone, not Lois Lane...and now the two-in-one wandered in the direction of her apartment, his magic shrouding her nakedness from notice.

Poignant regret filled Lois, in between the aches and ecstasies of her new burden...and that was the emptiness between her legs. For as she staggered homeward, Lois Lane felt herself look longingly at fire hydrants and parking bollards, sure that her gaping chasm of a cunt could never draw pleasure from anything smaller ever again.