Lois Lane Becomes The Cunt That Ate Metropolis

The street outside the club shook. Car alarms went off. Then came the screams...the panic. Frenzied clubgoers fled into the streets, mixed in with the most unexpected people—technicians in lab coats, nurses, LexCorp security. All spewing out of the building however they could, the ancient warehouse buckling and heaving as a tremendous something bucked and heaved inside of it, like a ravenous beast awakening from an ancient slumber.

Some of them didn't make it.

The mass of pale pink flesh, as big as an eighteen-wheeler, burst out of the front of the building in a shower of brick and concrete. Half a dozen people found themselves sucked into the ravenous, drooling slit, unable to escape from its viscous secretions, the powerful muscular contractions drawing them inside. Like a great pale slug, it dragged itself forward, onto the street...and those few who paused for a moment from their running stopped and stared in terrible recognition.

It was like some monstrosity out of an anatomy textbook. There were the outer labia, the fatty fold plump and swollen; there was the salmon-colored inner labia, flapping in the night air. The prominent clit stood out from a hood the size of a manhole cover, like the tip of an obscene submarine emerging from the depths...and a warm, piscine musk filled the neighborhood.

One clubgoer stood, shaking in her booty shorts and t-shirt, struck with fear and some feeling she couldn't name as the pale mass of flesh moved towards her...the folds opened...she felt the tug on her clothing as the thing seemed to inhale sharply...and deep within the tunnel that was so exposed, she thought she saw a burning red light...

Then her feet left the ground. Too late, she screamed, as she was sucked into that colossal canal, to join all the others who were already on their way to some unknown, gigantic womb.