End: Lois Can Take It All

Lois Lane hovered over the soda bottle. The hard tip of the cap against her asshole.

"This is ridiculous," she said, heart hammering at her breastbone. "I mean, it's impossible. I can't...I..."

The reporter let out a sigh. It was the only way to be sure. Even if she ended up in the hospital, it would at least reassure her that she wasn't pregnant, that her body hadn't been turned into a giant, living tube of flesh from mouth to asshole.

Hands grasping the bottle to hold it steady, she lowered her butt. The tip slid into her ass with surprising easy. The reporter's heart sank as she felt her sphincter close around the neck of the bottle.

"Okay. That doesn't prove anything. Maybe I just have a loose ass. The real question is if it can...can stretch..."

Lois **** herself to breathe calmly. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Just close her eyes and let gravity do the work...press down...

The human body by itself is amazing. She knew that as well as anyone. Skin and orifices could stretch amazingly. It was what made birth possible. Lois remembered how weird she had felt, as a young woman in college, when she had gotten her first laptop. Uncensored, unfiltered access to the internet for the first time, without ever having to worry about anyone seeing it.

She'd read the wikipedia articles on anal sex. Read all the wikipedia articles on sex. Her hand had been down the front of her pants, palm and fingers sweaty, nipples hard inside her bra. A regular wiki-wank, blushing as she clicked through article after article on oral sex...penises...vaginas...genital piercings...on to sex techniques...the kama sutra...snowballs...

Like probably every other human being on the planet, Lois liked to think about sex more than the act itself. There were no thirteen-inch cocks as thick as her forearm, and even if there were there was no way her body could accommodate them. A few people fisted their assholes and pussies, but Lois herself had never managed to get horny enough to actually do it. She had scrolled through images of clitoris piercings and thought about getting them for herself...but it had always ended with her shuddering and squirting a little, fingers buried in her muff. Lois Lane had never actually gone through with any of those sexual fantasies.

Until now.

Her calves trembled as her asshole slid down, spreading easily. Until she couldn't feel the tip anymore, and the neck of the bottle reached its widest circumference. Until the top of the wrapper crinkled against her stretched-out sphincter. Swallowing hard, the reporter moved a finger up to gently trace the pink rim of taut flesh. How wide was a two-liter bottle of soda? It had to be about four inches.

A moan escaped her lips as her finger rubbed against the sensitive bit of muscle. It felt...it felt familiar. Her stomach began to twist and turn itself into knots. Her pussy was slowly dripping onto the floor. Biting down on her lip, the reporter pressed her finger harder against the pink rim...and it slipped in.

Now with both the bottle and a finger inside her splayed out ass, Lois felt hot, stupid tears in her eyes. It wasn't just that her ass could spread that far...it was that it could spread four inches in diameter and still have room to spare. Her butt didn't even hurt. She could almost feel an itch around the rim as she pushed her finger in, some strange honey dripping down over the plastic bottle...and she knew assholes didn't normally lubricate themselves, either.

The knock at the door caught Lois off-guard. She panicked, straightened up...and her foot slipped. For a moment, all of the reporter's weight was on the bottle shoved partway up her ass—and the next minute, the reporter's buttocks hit the floor with a painful thump. Lois coughed, eyes wide in surprise as she felt the entire bottle buried inside of her ass, only the five little "feet" of the base still pressed against the floor.

It was true. All of it. Everything that happened last night. I'm...I'm a living sex toy. I'm pregnant.

The door knocked again.

Instinctively, the reporter clenched muscles inside her ass...and the full two-liter bottle of soda was sucked up inside of her by pure muscular action, the gaping asshole closing behind it. The reporter stumbled to her feet, the diet cola sloshing inside her bloated colon. She could feel the large thing inside of her, feel it press on her pussy from the inside, but to outward appearances she just looked...normal, except for a barely discernible distension of her abdomen where the cap of the bottle was poking from within.

Lois hastily threw a robe on and ran to the door. Undid the chain and threw it open without even waiting to see who it was.

A leggy brunette. Tall, regal, but her curves covered in a trenchcoat. Horns mostly concealed by a fedora. Pink skin quickly reddening to the color of fresh blood. Eyes hidden by sunglasses, but a familiar smile on her face. Like a woman that knows something you don't.

"Blaze!" Lois said, so surprised she almost pushed the bottle out.

"Call me Angie," the demon said as she stepped forward, the reporter retreating from her. "After all, I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on."

"No!" Lois said, halting and standing her ground. The demon closed the door behind her. With a shrug, she let the trenchcoat fall to the ground. She was almost nude beneath it, except for a pair of three-inch heels that made her loom over the reporter. Her cock was flaccid, a great scarlet worm between her thighs.

"Darling. Is that any way to talk to the one who impregnated you? Oh, I'll be here to help you throughout the pregnancy. You don't know it yet, but you're going to be having such cravings..."

Scarlet hands reached for the reporter's robe. Lois closed her eyes as though trying to shut out the sight of the demon.

"No," the reporter mouthed, but no sound came out.

The robe came undone. Slipped to the floor.

"Don't fight me, Lois," Blaze said as her hands slid over the reporter's small breasts, thumbs teasing the hard nipples, and slid down her sides to rest on the reporter's hips. "

Lois opened her eyes. Tears came out. This couldn't be happening...it was all wrong...and yet she couldn't deny the evidence of her eyes, her ears, the demon's touch on her skin.

Blaze was close to her now, the tip of her erect dick pressed against the reporter's belly, leaving a smear of pre-cum just below her navel. The devil had to stoop to grab the reporter's ass, brought her face down close to Lois Lane's own, the pure white eyes burrowing into the reporter's own tear-filled violet orbs.

One fingers squirmed into the reporter's rectum. Touched something hard.

"Oh! I see. You've been playing. I know how hard it must be to be so empty. I've got something that'll fill you right up."

Effortlessly, the demon straightened, lifting Lois into the air. The demon stalked toward the bed with a proprietary air.

"Please," Lois said. "Just..."

"Now Lois," Blaze said. "Do you really want to go through your pregnancy utterly alone, constantly craving a cock up your hungry holes, looked down upon by your coworkers for going through an unplanned pregnancy as a single mother..."

The demon laid Lois Lane on the bed. The reporter felt the tip of her cock press against her anus.

"Or will you accept my help...in all ways...and perhaps when our child is born, I will restore you to your former form."

Lois felt her mouth go dry. "You can do that?"

"It is within my power." Blaze said. Their noses almost touched. The tip of the cock was inside Lois now, and she knew it must be pressing against the base of the soda bottle. "But only after the baby is born. Only if you let me."

The reporter opened her mouth to gasp as the bottle moved deeper inside of her—impossibly deep. The demon's mouth came down and covered her own, tongue sliding between the reporter's lips to steal a kiss.

As the cock began to move in and out of her greedy ass, Lois Lane's panting voice began to cry "Yes...yes...yesss..."

The night was at an end. Dark clouds loomed over Metropolis, so that not a ray of dawn sunlight hit the dreary streets. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled between the great buildings. Drowned out Lois Lane's cries of pleasure and shame. This was not what she had hoped for, when she had set out for the evening...and a part of her knew she would never be able to admit to anyone what had happened. Already she was thinking of the lies she would tell, when her belly got too big to hide. Blaze was already whispering how she was going to fuck Lois next...and the reporter only nodded, unable to fight anymore.

Her holes hungered for more.