End: Enough Cum To Make The Daily Planet's Best Reporter Swell Like A Balloon

Lois Lane woke like a cat. There was none of that gradual awareness, the slow shift from **** to conscious. The reporter's eyes shot open and she was aware, instantly, of the massive cock that plugged her pussy. The reek of sex. The hot hands underneath her thighs that held her ass off the bed. Her own bed, in her own apartment.

She stared at Blaze, whose horned head hung back, burning white eyes closed almost to slits. Lois felt her breath come in hot pants, the aching hardness of her nipples, the wet trickle of their mingled juices that rain down the crack of her ass. She saw the scarlet succubus begin to quiver and bite her lip in a look of utter ecstasy...and then the reporter's eyes dropped down to where their bodies were joined.

There was a bulge in Lois Lane's abdomen. Just a small one, no bigger than her clenched fist. Right beyond her mons. With the angle the demon held her at, the bulge was more distinct than it might have been. Yet Lois could almost draw the invisible lines that connected that bulge with the scarlet root of her demon lover's immense prick.

It felt too big. Lois Lane's vision swam for a moment, unable to believe she stared at her own body. Felt for a second as if it was someone else. How could she, a mere human woman, take something that felt like an entire arm into her once prim and tight pussy?

Then Blaze came.

Once, Lois Lane had shoved a garden hose up her cunny. Just to feel what it was like as she twisted the water on full. Had nearly screamed as the cold jet had hit her cervix with too much ****, impossibly deep inside of her. Now she was reminded of that again...only it was hot. A blistering, white heat like nothing she had ever known. Like that impossible spiciness of the very hottest Thai foods or curries, the kind that brings an instant sweat all over your body, the kind where you can take a sip of water and it just forms a watery film around your mouth that doesn't cool it down at all.

A heat that made Lois Lane's cunt clutch that crimson cock so tight that not a single sperm could escape.

The reporter's whole body seemed to contract from the waist outwards. Her legs grew stiff in Blaze's hands, her calves bunched and toes curled painfully. Lois Lane's abs squeezed tight and her spine arched, fistfuls of sheets caught in her hands, mouth open until her chin hit her chest as the pressure inside of her built and built...

...and in utter disbelief Lois saw the skin around that bulge begin to swell. Not much. Yet it did. Like a balloon under water. The shape of Blaze's cock-head was slowly erased as the space around it filled up with corrupted cum, and under that pressure the reporter's flesh was pushed up and out of the way.

It should have hurt. It should have been ****. Lois had read in medieval records how men and women had been tortured like that. Yet in her new, enhanced cunt-tunnel, Lois Lane could only shake in a kind of mindless ecstasy that erased all mere concerns about her mortal soul from her mind.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. Lois was so on edge, her senses so finally yuned that she could feel every pulse and throb as Blaze emptied her seed into her. Until, at last, the demon's body relaxed a little. A contented sigh like the breath from a long-closed tomb whistled through the lips of the demonic dickgirl...and a smile played on her face as she lowered her head and opened her eyes, to look on the cum-filled reporter with an expression that might have been...Lois wasn't sure. Contentment? Satiation? Not love, surely, and the reporter's heart fluttered at the thought.

"I think I did too good," Blaze said, as she reached forward and poked the little cum-inflated stomach. "This cunt is marvelous. I could fuck you for eternity. It's better than the tortures of the damned."

Lois Lane swallowed. "Am I pregnant?"

Blaze snorted. "Do you want to be? If so, I needn't have wasted so much on you. A single drop would have been enough."

Slowly, the reporter **** herself to relax. She could still feel how hard Blaze was. The demon had plugged her tunnel up so tight that nothing could escape.

"What now?" Lois asked, unable to restrain her curiosity.

"Well...under the circumstances," Blaze said. "I'll make you a deal. You let me fuck you whenever I want, however I want."

The reporter swallowed heavily. "In exchange for what?"

Blaze's grin grew wider, a trifle sly. The demon lowered her upper body down, until the cum-inflated abdomen touched her abs, and their faces almost met.

"Whatever you want, sweetmeat."

They sealed the deal with a kiss. Lois Lane's toes curled again. Time slowed. For right then and there, what the reporter really wanted was for her night out to never end...