Lois Endures It

Long minutes passed in her squat as Lois let the giant probe hum away in her pussy. Part of her desperately wanted to touch her clit, but another part of her—the curious cat that had gotten her into more scrapes than she liked to think—was oddly fascinated watching the slow creep of her labia down the fat glass rod. It was weirdly exciting to think about how cavernous her cunt was becoming...and if any normal cock would ever fit inside of her again.

Maybe I'll take that Hitachi out when I get home, she thought, one hand rising to pinch at her nipples. See if I can fit the whole thing in my massive pussy!

Lois realized that wasn't a normal thought. It was the kind of thought she had while forty minutes into a masturbation session, still unable to cum, desperately seeking out some combination of keywords to find just the right porn. Everyone became a closet size queen when the sexual frustration his a certain point, their brain filling in fantasy penetrations that were anatomically unlikely, if not flat-out impossible.

Except now...the reporter could see that her labia hung down three inches from the tops of her thighs, a great v-shaped cleft spread wide by the glass rod. When it had first gone in, her pussy had been stretched taut, but now she could feel the vibrations against her drooping labia.

Streams of her juices ran down the clear sides of the probe, which hummed with dizzying intensity. Lois bit her lip, once more thinking of how good it would feel to just get off...

...and with a sudden click, the vibration stopped.

"Optimum growth achieved. Pussy breadth and depth 200% of standard human capacity. Activating phase two."

Lois blinked, and then stumbled as the glass probe withdrew into the floor. Her legs ached as she stood up, her pussy strangely empty. She stared down and saw her clam stuck out between her legs, a ponderous bulge dangling between her thighs, labia thick and meaty.

Someone wants this, she thought, reaching down to pry her lips apart. It wasn't like those women who stretched their labia out with weights, it was just that her crotch wasn't quite big enough for the length and width of her tunnel. But why?

Two fingers slipped in like nothing. Lois could barely feel it. Licking her lips, Lois tried four...her hand flat, fingers tight side-by-side, palm against her clit...and those slid in easily, but at least she could feel the sides. The reporter grabbed her puss, fingers sliding against her inner tunnel, tugging gently. It wasn't sore at all. In fact, it felt quite sensitive.

"So what's phase two?" she wondered aloud.