Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Is it time for Lois to lay her eggs?

Not For Hours

"Soon," Blaze had said...but Lois had known women who were in labor for days. So the reporter shook on her hands and knees on the demon's bed, as a slim red arm slowly plunged in and out of her gaping asshole, and her distended belly grew steadily larger as the masses within got bigger and bigger, the eggs being **** ever-so-slowly through her guts.

It hurt. Not the sharp pain of being stabbed or shot, but the slow, gut-wrenching pain of your intestines being stretched to the point of breaking, of tired muscles sore from hours of contraction. Sweat plastered the reporter's entire body and she trembled with utter exhaustion, far past what she had thought must be the limit of her endurance. Whenever she thought she couldn't take it any more, the ordeal continued on and on, and behind her Blaze continued to make ready the anal birth canal...

Lois Lane closed her eyes, glad she couldn't see the distended, gaping hole that her once-tight asshole had become. It felt like gallons of lube had been poured in there, and now Blaze used both slick scarlet hands to spread her asshole wide, an eager pink tongue scraped along the gaping fuckhole. It would have been better if Lois' ass could have gone numb sometimes during the process, but instead she felt everything....

"I can see the first one!" Blaze said, voice eager and excited. "Push, sweetmeat! Push them out into the world!"

With the last, ragged remains of her strength, Lois tried. Her aching abs tried to contract, to shift the masses in the huge belly that brushed against the bedsheets. Her buttocks fluttered as they tried to bear down, as though to push out the world's largest butt plug.

Yet there is a limit even to human strength...and the grey egg remained lodged at the turn into the reporter's colon, just within sight.

Blaze hissed in agitation. She was going to have to help Lois lay.