End: Fill Up Lois Lane's Ass

There was something wet and slimy on the tip of the hose as it pressed against Lois Lane's asshole. The reporter was in a squat, the tube all around her body now. It rubbed between her labia. Deep inside her pussy, it felt like there was something still inside of her...but right now, all Lois could really fixate on was the tube that pushed past her asshole...and then Angelica Blaze turned the faucet.

Lois could feel the water as it pushed through the hose. The puff of air in her rectum. The way the rubber cinched tight. Then the coldness that flooded her bowels. Instinctively, Lois pushed down, tried to void...but Blaze's hand gripped her shoulder, her lips whispered into the reporter's air.

"Hold it. Clamp your ass tight."

The reporter shivered. Against her instincts, her ass squeezed tight around the hose. The cold and discomfort built inside of the reporter as she unwittingly submitted to the enema. Once again, Lois wondered why she was doing this...and then Blaze put her other hand on the reporter's other shoulder.

"That's good, Lois. Feel it. The pressure. It's a little uncomfortable, but it's intense too. You like it intense, don't you? Like when I was fucking your hot little cunt."

The words were venomous. They seemed to leech into the reporter's brain and erode her will. The sultry voice seemed to reach deep down into the dark recesses of the reporter's soul and stirred up all the secret sins down there.

Lois shivered, gooseflesh all over her naked body. Blaze's breath was hot in her ear...and the dickgirl's hands moved down over the bare shoulders. Thumbs traced the shape of Lois Lane's breasts, and then settled down on the reporter's stomach. The palms lay flat against the reporter's abs, so that the fingers made a diamond around her navel, painted down toward the bound woman's groin.

As Blaze held her hands there, Lois felt the water distend her abdomen so that it pushed against the dickgirl's palms.

"Think of this as a preview," Blaze whispered. "In a few weeks, you're going to start to gain weight. Feel sick. Your moon-blood won't come. Maybe you'll try to deny it at first. Pretend it's just the flu. Except you won't be able to deny as your belly begins to bulge. Your nipples will get darker. That line will spread up from your pretty little pussy toward your navel...and you won't be able to ignore it anymore," Blaze's tongue licked at Lois' ear, and the reporter twitched. "Tell me slut. How badly do you want to be knocked up?"

Blaze's body was so hot, pressed against Lois Lane's own. The reporter felt so cold. The pain in her guts grew and grew as the cold water poured in, pushed all the gas before it. Her intestines swell painfully, and her abdomen distended against the dickgirl's hands. It was as though Blaze was the little devil on her shoulder, and dictated the weeks and months of her life ahead. Lois could already feel the shame, the guilt. How all of her friends and family would look at her as a nasty slut who had taken one cock too many and got knocked up...

"No," Lois choked out. "I don't, I don't want to have...a baby..."

"But it would be hot, wouldn't it?" Blaze whispered. "You wouldn't be able to pretend you're a good girl anymore. After all, people already think you're slut...what have you got to lose? Imagine what you can do when you don't have to worry about all those prudes and hypocrites judging you. The pleasures you can have. The pleasures I'll show you..."

"You?" Lois groaned. Her body was beaded with cold sweat now. Her stomach really domed out against the dickgirl's hands. The pain in her guts and ass was intense now. Her thighs quivered, and it felt like her asshole bulged as she tried to push the hose out.

"Of course," Blaze said. "After all, it's my baby. It'll be my pleasure to show you the pleasures of being a pregnant slut."

With that, Blaze stood up. To leave Lois kneeling there, as her abdomen distended against the twists of the hose, which dug into her labia.

"Think about it. You know where to find me."

There was a sharp yank. Cold water burst against the reporter's ass...and then the dam gave away. Lois shook in relief as the water squirted out of her rectum. As her swollen stomach slowly shrank back, the reporter remembered to breathe...she stared at the dirty tile of the bathroom floor.

Lois Lane squeezed her eyes tight, no longer thinking about the women she had come here to find, or anything else about her night out. She thought about her future.

She felt so...dirty. Yet a part of her felt a thrill at that. At the taboo of it. Relished the idea of throwing away everything she had been. A self-destructive urge that Blaze had stirred in her, like an errant spark to a pile of dry kindling.