Into Her Intestines

As Lois watched the flagellating tail disappear between her legs, and felt the bulbous, egg-like head burrow deeper inside, she tried to remember exactly what her internal anatomy looked like. For years, it hadn't really be important—she wasn't exactly taking it up the ass every week from ten-inch cocks—but now, as the giant sperm wiggled its way up her asshole, it was very important indeed.

The reporter shivered, and only partially because the water in the bathtub was cooling and her chest and shoulders were now exposed, goose-flesh rising all over. The colon itself was very elastic...Lois knew that you could take a fist or two in there if you made it past the sphincter. But somewhere within...six inches? Eight? Ten? There was a...fold or curve, a kink where the colon kind of bent around. Again, not really important, unless you were taking monster cocks or dildos...or giant spermatozoa. And beyond that?

Lois slid down, shivering gently. Should I squeeze? I don't think I can crush it to **** with my mighty anal muscles. It wasn't exactly thrashing inside, just making slow, sure progress, deeper and deeper. In the water, the whole thing had looked to be at least twelve or thirteen inches long from head to tail. Nor did it feel bad, exactly. Just...unusual. A throbbing, thrashing ribbon slipping past her asshole, and deep within the seeking head of the thing, pushing into her depths.

Not exactly any pleasure nerves in there. I think. The reporter regretted not bringing her smartphone into the bath, so she could search out this information. You're not exactly supposed to feel good getting something lodged in your lower intestine. True, the stimulation of her asshole was...different. Not even bad, really. In other circumstances, Lois thought she might even like to try it again...one finger playing with her ass, another in her pussy... She blushed and shivered. The whole sperm-in-her-caboose was giving her naughty thoughts, and the reporter knew she needed to focus.

In a way, it was the waiting and not knowing that was the worst of it. Normal sperm could live for hours...at least, a woman could get pregnant hours or days after being inseminated. But giant sperm? Knowing my luck, they're immortal. She thought ruefully. Lois had a terrible vision of her having to go to the doctor to have a rampaging sperm extracted from her colon. Then another terrible thought occurred. Even if it dies, I still have to get it out...somehow.

Lois sank lower in the water, not sure she wanted to think about what that would entail...which is when she felt it. An uncomfortable kind of prodding, deep within, between her hips. An uncomfortable sense of pressure, not quite like a cramp or indigestion but definitely in the same area...and with a shock, looking at the tiny stub of a tail left protruding outside of her asshole, Lois realized what had happened.

The sperm had traversed the length of her colon and was at the bend. It was trying to navigate the tight turn into her guts. If it pushed through into there...would she have to feel it wend its way all through her intestines? That could take hours...if she was lucky. It had only taken minutes to go that few inches. Lois remembered what it felt like during her period, when she was prone to bloating, gas...this would be like a bubble in her guts but in reverse. Crippling pain.

With sudden determination, Lois stood up from the bath, water dripping off her, cold nipples hard as rocks. It was time to get this thing out of her.