End: Something She Can Use To Plug The Hole

There was a medium-sized metal goblet on the floor of the pavilion, which Circe had been drinking wine out of. Strong enough that Lois wouldn't risk breaking it, with the stem and flared base that could hold it inside of her ass like an improvised butt plug. Lois waddled over to it, one fist holding her prolapsed ass inside of her. Bending her knees while holding her asshole in was like a prequel of becoming old and incontinent; her ass threatening to come out at every little movement. She was sweating and shaking, resting on the balls of her feet as she snagged the cup, a trace of wine still in it.

Lois Lane took several deep breaths to prepare herself...and then took the fist out of her ass.

Almost immediately, Lois felt the distended asshole fall out of her. The ring of fire was still there, and the reporter's heart sank as she realized there was no quick fix for her problem. She was probably looking at surgery...but first she had to get out of here.

That meant this cup was going to have to go up her ass.

Still in a squat, using both hands, Lois aimed the lid of the cup at her dangling anus. She felt panic rise inside her as she lifted it up...felt the cold rim of the cup, only above two inches in diameter. Carefully she used her fingers to gather her prolapsed ass into the cup...and then slowly, carefully, she pressed it up against her hole.

In her university history classes, a professor had once told her of how in the middle ages to extract an arrow, they had to expand the wound, or push it through to the other side. She was beginning to feel what that was like. The cold metal pressed against the edges of her aching, blown-out hole...and Lois was glad her ass was still lubed enough that the slick metal was sliding into her ass...and she tried to not think about what she was actually doing, turning her inside-out asshole rightside-in...and Lois closed her eyes tight and bore down with her internal muscles, and pushed...pushed...

Until the bell of the cup disappeared, a cold, heavy void inside of her, and her smarting anal muscle closed around the stem. Lois swallowed and kept pushing until the flared base of the cup was flush against her asscheeks...and then, hanging on to one of the pavilion's supports, stood up.

It hurt...but it was better. She had to grip her buttocks tight, as though holding in a terrible diarrhea...but she felt that she could do it. Took a few tentative steps, and yes, the cup stood into place. Lois stepped forward...away from Circe, away from this place, back to somewhere that made sense.

Then she felt a little pressure, like a finger on the wine cup...and a breath in her ear, and the reporter froze.

"That was one of the more erotic acts of willpower I've seen in a long time, Lois," Circe said. The sorceress' other hand slid along the reporter's naked shoulder. "And I know our time together is at an end. The night is dying. A silly little devil had bewitched the women you were looking for...you will find them at the entrance. One of my gifts for you. The other..."

Lois didn't know exactly what happened, but she felt the sudden change in weight as the cup grew heavier, tugging at her screaming guts. The reporter struggled to hold on...and yes, heavy as it was, she could still hold it.

"Farewell, Lois. Until we meet again."

She could move again. The reporter staggered out the door...and found herself blinking in a hallway, fully clothed, all the changes she experienced hidden, though she could still feel the heavy wine cup in her ass, and knew without a doubt that the other alterations Circe had made were in place as well.

Lois climbed the stair, wincing at every step...pushed her way through the club...and there on the sidewalk were the four women she had come to find.

It was a long night, as Lois conducted her interviews. Their stories of being betwitched into a sex trafficking scheme, a brothel for supervillains. Got the women safely home...called the cops...more talks, until it was nearly dawn when, her feet leaden and her ass aching, stomach rumbling, Lois finally got home and could take off her pants...go into her shower and relax...then push...

There was a heavy clunk as it fell out of her ass.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing away the filth of the night. Lois Lane's ass felt like it would never close again, but she looked onto the floor of her shower...and gasped as she saw the sheen of the solid gold butt plug, bigger than a hen's egg.