Go

Just go, Lane. Lois told herself as she struggled back into her pants. The stone prick inside her was spreading her lips wide, and deep enough it pressed uncomfortably inside her if she bent over too far. Getting dressed was a process that took whole minutes, legs not wanting to close.

Never in my life have I actually wanted a thigh gap, the reporter huffed as she finally slid the waistband over her ass. Just walking felt uncomfortable; her instinct was to go for a wide-legged waddle, but that would stick out like a sore thumb on the dance floor.

Just be cool. Lois told herself. Eye of the tiger. Get outside and you're golden.

Holding her shoes, the reporter put her shoulders back, stared straight ahead. Took a deep breath, counted to ten. Tried not to look at the now-castrated statue as she walked through the door.

Every step was uncomfortable. It wasn't like walking around with a tampon, even if you could feel that, a tampon was a squishy little cotton tube. You could be aware of it and still operate. This was a cock—a fat stone phallus. A pussy-stretching, deeply embedded, immobile rod. There was no way for Lois not to be aware of it, digging away inside of her, rubbing her sensitive spots, the weight of it pulling at her pussy...

Her body was reacting to the stimulation. Lois could feel her nipples poking out, face flushing, clit pressing hard against her pants. It wasn't anything she wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it—not right now. When she got home, maybe...

The reporter was sweating by the time she made it past the Black Door, glad that she hadn't met anyone on the way. She stopped and slipped into her heels. Lois didn't think she could run with this thing inside of her. It was an effort just to walk. Wearily, she stalked across the hallway to the freight elevator.

As it clanged into motion, Lois thought about Maria. It felt like months since they had taken the elevator down together. Now she was going up, alone...and she could hear the noise coming back to her, the untz untz untz of the music, the crush of bodies thumping on the dance floor, the smell of booze and the cattle-car odor of humans packed into far too small a space...

Game face on, Lane. Lois told herself as the doors clanged open, and she stepped out.

The stone cock inside of her felt impossibly big and heavy. Her pussy felt raw after only a few dozen steps. Lights flashed and people moved, forcing the reporter into the quick side-steps and strides that made her crotch scream. The crowd pushed her close to the bar...but Lois only had eyes for the exit...until someone grabbed her elbow.