Gallons

Seconds ticked by. Hot sticky spurt after spurt rained down the reporter's throat. Long enough for the reporter to get used to the meat tube in her mouth, the soft mass and heat of it. Uncomfortably familiar, yet somehow comforting, as all oral fixations are. Like many women, Lois had grown up putting things in her mouth, sucking and slurping on them, and not until she was an adult did she consider the potential lewdness of the act...but now she knew she would never look at a sausage or corndog quite the same way again.

After the first minute of ejaculation, the reporter became concerned. There was a warmth in her chest, spreading slowly outward, as the hot cum filled her stomach. Worse, the rate of ejaculation was actually increasing. No longer spurting, but a steady stream down her esophagus...and Lois Lane felt rising apprehension that perhaps Blaze hadn't been metaphorical when she was wondering how much Lois could handle.

The reporter had never taken part in any of those water-drinking contests where people gorged themselves until their bellies distended, but she knew that the average human could easily drink a couple gallons of liquid in a short period. Of course, trapped in her latex prison, unable to move, Lois also knew there was nowhere for her stomach to expand if it got to that point. It was an uncomfortable thought, to be powerless as the cum built up in her body, slowly making its way down her gastro-intestinal tract.

As the minutes piled up, and the flow of sperm never eased, Lois felt a certain queasiness creep up on her. The smell of the cum was in her airway now, her heart beating a little faster. Her stomach rumbled, and trapped as she was the rumbling seemed to echo inside the latex-clad skull as in a cave. The reporter fidgeted, wishing she had more room to wiggle around, feeling muscles start to cramp up, and still the jizz came on.

Lois didn't think it was her imagination that the latex against her flat stomach was tighter now. The pressure was building up inside of her body, the liquid heat oozing down into her intestines, and the thought of her guts filling up with Blaze's wiggling sperm made the reporter's latex-covered skin crawl. She could feel the tension build in her shoulders as the apprehension grew about what was going to happen, and she could definitely feel her abdomen start to bloat now...

...but the latex would not give. It was too thick, too tight. The reporter began to writhe in discomfort as the onrush of sperm displaced air bubbles trapped inside of her, the gas had nowhere to go and began to push their own through her guts painfully. The reporter had completely lost track of time, but felt absolutely stuffed, sure that the reek of the semen must be oozing out of her skin at this point, and she could feel the trapped sweat run down her ribs, and begin to pool around her hands and knees and feet where they touched the ground, the lowest parts of her latex prison.

It was an exquisite ****...and Lois Lane knew that something had to give.

Then it did.