End: Lois Lane Will Be Alright...But Her Pussy Will Never Be The Same

There was a marble couch. A violet light. Sudden pain that wracked her body. White linen cloths, wet and cool, to wipe down her tired body and fevered brow. Fingers probed the soft swell of the reporter's abdomen. An older Amazon, lines etched deep in her face, glowered.

"It grows inside her womb. The purple ray can repair the damage, but it will also encourage their growth. They need to be removed and incinerated immediately," the healer said.

Wonder Woman removed her bracelets.

"Move Lois and the purple ray to the forge," the princess said. "Stoke the flame. And bring olive oil."

They carried the naked reporter into the forge, like an honor guard. Lois Lane writhed, her hands to her growing midsection. The pain and pressure grew with every moment. Her body burned from within. Sweat dappled her skin, her eyes felt hot...and when she came into the forge, a musclebound Amazon naked to the waist, feeding coal into the forge, the reporter felt the hair on her arms crisp.

She was set down so that the open window of the forge was almost within arm's reach. Wonder Woman stripped down to a tunic, removed her tiara and tied her hair back. The pale orbs of the Amazon's breasts glistened with sweat, the pink nipples hard. This close, Lois could see the fine white line of scars normally invisible. Years of battles, injuries that healed, yet left their faint marks.

A jug of olive oil was placed next to her, and Lois watched as Diana dipped her entire arm into the oil, up to the elbow, and then the other.

"This will hurt," the Amazon princess said. "But you are strong. You can endure it. Fight, Lois Lane!"

Generals had given speeches to troops with less fervor, and to less effect. Lois Lane grabbed the edges of the couch and spread her shaking thighs. To her right, the healer pointed a device toward Lois. A purple ray fell full on the naked body.

Immediately, her stomach surged forward, doming out into a taut stomach like a woman in her full term. Red stretch marks appeared and as swiftly vanished as the Amazonian technology healed her almost as fast as the things inside her grew.

Grim-faced, Wonder Woman reached forward. In other circumstances, Lois Lane might have been breathless with excitement at the feel of those strong fingers press against her labia. Except this was no pleasure excursion, and Diana dare not pause to let Lois get used to the sensation. Speed, strength, and precision were needed now...and the reporter grit her teeth as the Amazon's whole hand slid roughly inside of her and pushed upward.

Diana's off-hand grasped the reporter's labia and pulled. Lois Lane shook as her labia split—and nearly as fast as it tore, the purple ray healed it. The Amazon grimaced as she worked by feel and touch, her eyes focusing on the distended abdomen as the things inside of Lois continued to grow.

The touch of the Amazon's fingertips breaching her cervix made Lois bucke. Her muscles tensed, and blood dribbled down the crack of her ass. The other Amazons were breathless as they watched their princess push her arm deeper into the reporter's cunny...and then begin to withdraw.

It was as close as many of them would get to watching a live birth.

Lois Lane did not scream. But her body convulsed as the first of the eggs was pulled bloodily from her cunny, the once-tight twat stretched and gaped obscenely as Wonder Woman drew it forth and tossed it into the forge-fire. The reporter gasped and panted, her body quivered and her cunt flexed, unable to close entirely...and then Diana used her hands to spread the pussy wider and delve back down.

The reporter wasn't sure when the first whine of pleasure passed her lips. Wasn't sure when the eggs had begun to hatch, and Diana struggled to hold the wriggling things that bit and scratched as she drew them through the massive wound that was Lois Lane's once prim pussy. The damage healed swiftly, but not without effect; the lips of Lois Lane's labia darkened and thickened, the elastic tissues of her canal stretched with every passage of Diana's hand, and did not tighten as much as before.

Yet the dome of the reporter's stomach reversed course. One by one, the parasites were removed and tossed to the fire, the musclebound Amazon working the bellows so that the hellish heat would destroy them completely.

It must have been dawn when it was done. Lois Lane's stomach lay flat and taut, as if she had never been implanted, though the reporter felt as if she had just won a sit-up contest. Her cunny was puffy and sore...and try as she might, Lois lane knew she couldn't close it, not completely. She stared at her mons, which stood out massive and swollen, oozing, the dark inner lips hanging out like beef flaps.

"Look on the bright side," Diana said as she rinsed off her hands. "You should have an easier time taking Superman now."

Lois Lane blinked. She sat up, and the healer clicked off the purple ray.

"Is he...big?" Lois said.

"Well...I might have glanced at him in the showers at Justice League headquarters," the Amazon said with a sly grin. "And let's just say that what you just went through might be good practice."

"Oh," Lois Lane blinked. "That is...too much information. Thank you."

"Come!" Diana offered her hand and helped Lois off the bench. "Let us breakfast! Like warriors."

"Food. Food would be good," Lois Lane said as, still naked, she staggered out into the dawning Mediterranean sunlight. "Is it too early for wine?"

"It is never too early for wine," Wonder Woman assured her.

They watched the fishing boats return with the morning catch, ate smoked fish and goat cheese on fresh-baked bread and shared a jug of wine. Lois Lane listened as the Amazon described, in great and horrific detail, the glimpses she had caught of Superman's pussy-wrecking penis.

"All yours," Wonder Woman assured her, with a pat on the knee. "I prefer women."

Lois Lane murmured her thanks. There were, the reporter reflected, worse ways to end a night out.