Find Something To Shove In Her Ass

With that, Lois Lane was left alone in the bathroom. The situation irked her...but she could not ignore the almost constant irritation of her butt. She clenched and unclenched instinctively as she got dressed, and tried to think about her investigation into the missing women...but found it impossible to focus.

"I need something in my ass!" Lois said aloud, glad that for whatever reason no one was in the restroom to hear her whine.

The bathroom, however, was not the best place to look for an impromptu anal sex toy. Everything was filthy, and worse, little of it was portable. Unless the reporter wanted to stuff her butthole full of trash, there wasn't much she could use... Toilet paper hangers were empty, scuzzy soap dispensers were nailed to the wall in metal cages, there were no spare sections of pipe...the reporter bit her lip, wondering if she could get a bottle of beer and shove it up her ass just to make the aching stop...

Then her phone vibrated.

The reporter dug the smartphone out of her purse, and grimaced in annoyance as she recognized it as a spam number...and just like that, an idea dawned on her. An idea which had her pull her pants down and place the corner of the rectangular object against her hungry butthole...still slick and gooey from whatever Blaze had done to her...and there wasn't even a whiff of discomfort from the rounded edges as she slid the hard object into her ass. Her anus stretched easily around the thin, oblong device, even though her asshole gaped a couple inched wife, it slid over the glass surface as though made for it.

It wasn't perfect...but it was something. Now, at least, Lois felt her head clear a little. She could think and focus on the investigation, at least for a while, the irritation in her butt no more than a dull want in the back of her brain.