Lois & Blaze read "Hard Candy" by Gambio, Part 2

"When last we left off," Lois Lane said. "I could still shit solids."

"You're doing great," Blaze said. The arm of the scarlet succubus, now a crimson tentacle, was buried deep in the naked reporter's backside. "Love the view. So, we were at 'The Fall of a Queen I.'"

"Right," Lois sighed. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably now. It was like the worst case of constipation in her life...except the smooth, slimy tentacle kept crawling forward, moving slowly but inexorably as it wended its way through the human woman's unique internal geography, and every inch it got thicker, her asshole spreading a little wider, and Lois honestly didn't know how much more she could take...but then, there were forty more chapters to go.

I couldn't enjoy the weekend. Of course it has been a while since I enjoyed anything, but still seeing these scars. Why couldn't I remember it?

"I think," Lois huffed, grimacing as her stomach gurgled...the tip of Blaze's tentacle had to be well into her guts now, pushing aside undigested food and through gas pockets... "That my new nicknamed for Marcie is 'Mystery Tits.'"

"Can't be much of a mystery for long," Blaze mused. "Read on. What did happen?"

"Nothing sexy," Lois said with an air of finality.

The tentacle squirmed deeper.

Gina has a mental illness.

"Not where I was expecting this to go," Blaze said.

"Does it kind of make you sorry you sat on her face while I plucked out her cunt-hairs one-by-one?" Lois asked.

"Not really," the demon sighed. "But I'm not sure why we're singling Gina out here. Every single character in this entire branch of the storyline has suffered from severe mental illness from the first chapter."

"Hey now!" Lois tried to pull away, but Blaze's hand on her hip stopped her. "This is character-building! Adding psychological depth! Something other than making a character piss herself on command!"

"We don't kink-shame," Blaze said. The fingers on her human hand merged together, the bony wrist seeming to melt as the arm stretched out into a smooth red tentacle that wrapped around the reporter's waist. Lois chewed her lower lip. There was no getting out of this now. She was in it until the end. So, she continued to read.

I jolted upwards drenched with sweat. What the fuck was that? I threw the covers away and looked down on my crotch. There was a very dark stain, illuminated by the early morning din.

"Bitch is in love," Lois noted. "The picture is cute. Don't you think, Angie?"

"We've fallen in love a few times. In lust, more often," Blaze said. "The hot springs trip suggests Gambio has gone full-in on the anime highschool bullshit...and we have our first triple choice. Who shall it be?"

"First star on the right, and straight on 'til morning," Lois said. "Let's stick with Marcie, all the way."

Fun fact, since this is chapter 50, it takes place on Day 49

"Fifty chapters in," Blaze said. "Has the writing gotten any better?"

"Well, not if you count spelling, grammar, or punctuation," Lois admitted. "But I feel like Gambio might have finally found a plot with the whole election thing and Marcie's obsession with Gina? Although at this point I'm pretty sure nobody fucks Cutie except life."

"Plenty of time left," the demon admitted. "How are you feeling?"

"Bloated," Lois said. She didn't want to look down at her stomach, but it was uncomfortable all the time now. Like a deep tummy-ache, or gas. The reporter could almost feel her stomach distended out, and imagining the blind red tentacle slide ever deeper through her intestines made her queasy. Not that it was the first time she'd had something living inside her during one of these chapters...

"Is Gina feeling up Ben's ass the closest we've come to a sexy description of a piece of anatomy?" Blaze asked. The demon leaned forward and rubbed her cheek on the reporter's posterior. "I really like yours, by the way. I mean, it's small, no real jiggle to it, but you can tell you work out, and it's soft and muscular...I'll bet if you did more squats you'd get a perfect bubble butt."

"Kiss my ass!" Lois laughed...and then, her face flushed as Blaze did just that. A small red tongue licked at the taut pink rim of the reporter's distended asshole, teasing the tense flesh as the tentacle slid in ever deeper and deeper. The human woman wasn't sure how deep the tentacle was now, but the sense of bloating kept increasing. It wasn't sexy, exactly...but Blaze seemed to be getting off on it.

"Anyway," Lois said, striving to focus on her reading. "Marcie and Gina are getting...more sexual..."

"I'm not sure if it's unresolved sexual tension if you make the object of your lust wear their panties on their head," Blaze said. Her head was resting against the reporter's ass like a pillow. Though the reporter couldn't see it, only the demon's scarlet shoulder was visible now.

"Progress. I can't jill off to it, but I'll take it. Gives hope they'll fuck at some point," Lois said.

“Don't presume too much, my little Riceball.”

"I can't read that as anything except a racial slur now," Blaze said with a sigh.

I started to intensify my licking.

"Do you think Gambio has ever performed cunnilingus?" The reporter shifted her legs, knees sore.

"Well, based on the principle that virgins write the best sex scenes," the demon mused. "I think Gambio has absolutely drowned in pussy."

"It is tricky to write about," Lois tried to tighten her abs and winced. She felt like she'd eaten an entire Thanksgiving dinner...and it wanted to come up and out of her. She had started to burp, softly, and she didn't like the taste of it. "I mean, I'm sure Zeebop has to study anatomical diagrams, watch videos, do a lot of research, and it still comes down to licking, pulling at labia, sucking softly on a clit..."

"I'm not eating you out this chapter," Blaze said firmly. Her other tentacle tightened on the reporter's waist. "Read on."

Even the guy I used to have a crush on could barely contain his erection, by seeing my amazing body.

"Not entirely certain what Gina looks like at this point," Lois said. "I mean, the weight gain sequence stopped at...ten pounds? About thirty chapters and fifteen or twenty in-character days ago, right?"

"Little bit of weight can help. I always hate skinny girls. Look like they could use a sandwich," Blaze said.

"You are literally always described as inhumanly lean and free of body fat. Like a human greyhound," Lois pointed out.

"And that is not supposed to be attractive. Who wants to fuck a skeleton with tits?" The demon playfully bit at the reporter's butt.

Oh god, why is there blood?

"This is where I should talk about the complex psychosexual ramifications of tattoos, as a way to simulate the loss of virginity," Lois said. "But if Gambio can't be assed to actually described the tattoo, I won't. Uurp."

"Patience, sweetmeat," Blaze said, cheek pressed hard against the reporter's ass. The pure white eyes were aglow as she saw how impossibly stretched the woman's anal ring was, and she could feel the reporter's heart pulsing. As brave a show as Lois was making of the whole process, the demon know that Lois could feel every inch of Blaze inside of her...and perhaps was beginning to suspect how this would end.

Instead I put a council of six Ministers below me to answer to no one, but me:

"But who gets to be vice-president of the anime club? Urp." Lois sneered. "Who is the minister of getting beer from the Kwikiemart because they look the oldest? Urrrrp."

"Don't overthink it, babe," the demon's tongue ran down the crack of the reporter's ass, slurping at the foul little sweat that had accumulated there. As the tentacle continued to squirm forward, the burping had gotten worse. Lois tasted bile in the back of her mouth...and a burning pain had begun in her chest. Her ass...Lois had run out of worlds. She felt like Blaze could squeeze her whole head inside of her now, and wear the reporter like an ass. Somewhere the reporter had read that a human anus could stretch up to four inches in diameter, but the reporter disliked to think about what that would actually look and feel like. Lots of things were smaller than four inches. Bowling balls. Small animals. Most tree trunks.

Yes, yes! I'm totally straight. Not thinking about Marcie at all. Nope.

"Urrp. I can't say Gambio suffers from a lack of commitment," Lois said. "To the story, and to the bit."

"I'm sure it's why people kept reading," Blaze said. "Hmm. Your stomach acid is fizzy."

The reporter grimaced, swallowed some saliva...and felt it stick in her throat.

"You're really going to do it, aren't you?" The naked reporter asked.

"Come on, sweetmeat," Blaze cooed. The tip of her other tentacle touched Lois Lane's clit. "You want to see it through to the end, don't you?"

Chapter 69

"Unironic urrrp aside, if urrgh ever have a chapter 69 hurp it will have a 69 in it," Lois managed. Her chest was on fire now, and she was burping badly. Her mouth felt foul, but she resisted the urge to spit. Only about ten chapters to go...and Lois felt the tip of Blaze's tentacle enter her esophagus. She could actually feel it crawling, down in her chest, making its way slowly up her throat. The other tentacle rubbed against her clit in small circles...and Lois couldn't control her whole body from shaking, pussy juice dripping into the growing puddle between her legs.

"Ooh, there's a side-story. And it's by Gambio. Want to do that?" Blaze asked.

Lois coughed. The tentacle was pushing stomach acid up with it, and Lois could barely restrain herself from vomiting.

"Cat got your tongue? Well, we'll go on to Day 100. The end is almost in sight," the demon's smiled as she rested her chin in the crack of the reporter's ass, lips reaching out to kiss the base of Lois Lane's spine.

The reporter couldn't speak. The tentacle slithered into her throat. Lois could taste it against the back of her tongue. All the time her eyes remained glued on the tablet, and she almost felt like Blaze was reading over her shoulder. The demon actually started to hum Life on Mars.

“I don't care if you are god, satan or whatever. Knowing that you exist is enough for me.” Lindsey's mouth curled up in a hideous smile. “I will find you.”

"Here," Blaze said, as the tip of her tentacle slid into Lois Lane's mouth and began to curl around her tongue. "Marcie represents the audience. A very literal deus ex machina."

"Urrgh," Lois managed, spit and bile burst from her lips as the tentacle pushed its way out past her teeth...and Lois knew that she was skewered, Blaze's tentacle-arm having slid all the way through her digestive system. Like Lois was nothing more than a sleeve.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," the scarlet succubus said dreamily. Her tentacle wiggled out and reared like a snake...and Lois saw the blunt tip as it felt around her face. Down below, the reporter felt the second tentacle rub against her cunt faster.

I guess I patted her head pretty furiously. Can't really blame her for getting that horny.

Blaze's tentacle patted Lois Lane's head. The reporter's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed. She tried to bite down...but it was like biting into solid rubber. Worse, she could feel herself shifting her hips, trying to get that tentacle rubbing her pussy in just the right spot.

"Yeah," the demon said, stopping the head pat to boop Lois in the nose. "I don't get it either."

I smiled and followed her. After all this girl is completely hopeless without me.

"And that," Blaze said. "Is that. What do you think, sweetmeat?"

"Urrgghglgl," Lois moaned, her lips wrapped around the tentacle as though sucking a cock. She squirted hard as the crimson tentacle wrapped around her clitoris and squeezed it hard. The violet eyes rolled up in their sockets, and the body went utterly limp.

"Speechless," Blaze said. "To tell you the truth, I think Lois needs a really convoluted narrative to get off. I'm not quite sure 'Hard Candy' applies...but it was certainly a journey, from Gina shoving a candy bar up her ass to her accepting that she's 'hard gay' for Marcie. Not something I would have read on my own, but...well...I can appreciate the desire to see things all the way through."