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"On the other hand..." the dickgirl's voice took on a cruel, mocking turn. "...you look like you can handle a few more."

Lois Lane tried to scream, but her mouth was full of cock. She could feel the now-familiar swelling of the dick in her throat, forcing her jaw uncomfortably wide...her hands clawed at Angelica Blaze, but it was like attacking an elephant or rhino, her hands simply sliding off the skin, dealing no damage.

The second wriggling thing pressed into her throat. It felt bigger than the last one, the hot lump making it hard to breathe. Half-way down Lois felt herself begin to **** and had to **** herself to relax, to swallow, using her throat muscles to help move it down to join the other one.

The reporter felt full, the hot moving lumps sitting heavily in her stomach. Lois wondered what the hell the things were...and then she felt the cock begin to swell again.

Tears came at the corner of the reporter's eyes as she felt the third strange critter begin to **** its way through the inhuman cock in her mouth. She could feel herself drooling around the fat dong, not sure how much more of this she could stand...and then remembered her phone.

The third wriggler slipped down her throat easily, smaller than the first two but more active. Lois let herself seem to relax as her hand dug in her pocket for the phone. Her stomach was overfull now, like she had stuffed herself to the gills. She could taste bile in the back of her throat, felt herself stuffed full of wriggling critters.

"One more," Blaze promised, sliding a strand of hair out of the reporter's eyes. "I think you can handle that. All my little babies inside you..."

Working blind, Lois tapped at the screen, hoping she managed to hit the right number on the speed dial. With a wince of heartburn, she felt one of the wrigglers start to push out of the stomach and into her intestines—and the fourth and hopefully final wriggler began its journey, stretching Lois Lane's mouth open even farther, until she was afraid her lips would tear.

It seemed too big for her throat, and for a long moment Lois realized she couldn't breathe at all...the sheer size and mass of it completely filling her throat, crawling down inside of her in impossibly slow, steady pulses. Darkness began to crawl in from the edges of her vision, and Lois had to fight rising panic, heart pounding, stomach acid burning her esophagus, the critters moving agitatedly inside of her, sliding further down to make room for the new arrival...

And then it was there, the tail slipping out of the cock, which began, finally to withdraw from the reporter's mouth as she gulped down air through her nostrils.

"There now," Blaze cooed. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

In her pocket, Lois Lane's phone began to ring.