Vagina Expansion

The crystal was oval, round and polished, a deep crimson that was too opaque to be ruby. It seemed to catch the light of the sunlamps, bathing the room in soft red glow. Lois felt her body tingle—a pins-and-needles feeling that raised goosebumps all down her arms and legs.

She shivered, and watched the screens. The cocks were still there, cycling through a succession of images, but the soundtrack had died down until it was no longer audible. Without the constant stream of sound, the pictures were less interesting. A pornographic slideshow. The cocks were all half-buried in vaginas now, caught at the moment their swollen girths were at their maximum, the pink orifices stretched tight around their phallic invaders.

It was almost boring, compared to a minute ago.

Lois let a hand fall idly to her pussy. The pins-and-needles had faded from her body, except there. It seemed to intensify around her lips and she shifted her stance to spread her legs a little, rubbed the soft flesh to get more circulation back down there. Her clit, she realized with a shock, was practically numb. She could feel it between her fingers as she rubbed back and forth, but there was only a muted feeling from the pleasure nub itself, nothing like normal.

The tingling increased, both in intensity and...depth. Lois could feel it seeming to creep up her vaginal canal, into her guts. Her hand, however, felt an increase in heat...bright, feverish heat. She looked down and was shocked that she could actually see the mound of her vulva, poking from between her legs. Lois stopped rubbing.

She sat on the floor, knees akimbo, feet together and leaned over to look at her vagina. The mons venus was definitely protruding—a visible, puffy hill that would brush against the top of her thighs as she walked. The outer lips of the labia were their normal color, but as she gently spread them, the normally pink insides were a deep, vibrant shade of red.

Curious to see further, she slipped two fingers in, expecting the usual thrill and resistance...but they entered easily. Wetly. Lois could hardly feel her own digits. She pulled against the swollen labia, and was amazed at how easily the thick mound split. A wave of heat rolled over her hand, and she could feel a steady drip from her bloated pussy onto the floor. Carefully, Lois hooked two fingers from her other hand into the other labia, and pulled it apart. It came, easily, and now there was a sort of sensation within her...like opening your mouth to catch a cool breeze.

There was a gentle ping. Lois looked up at the screens.

The cocks were gone, replaced by a closeup of her own swollen cunt, the fingers holding back the thick slabs of meat that had once been the demur entrance to her holiest of holiest. Lois shifted herself, to get a better angle, not sure where the hidden camera was. The screen had zoomed in, and Lois pulled the flaps out, against her thighs.

It was gross, yet gorgeous. Her vaginal canal had never been more than a kind of slimy tube, an inch or so across. Now, her lips splayed out wide, she saw a vast, cavernous depression heading into the depths of her body. She could have fit a baseball in the gap between her thighs, and closed the lips over it, and no-one would ever know. She couldn't even see her cervix, and the thought came to her that perhaps this was some sort of prolapse...but at her age? And from what? She'd never given birth, wasn't in to fisting or massive dildos or donkey shows down in Tijuana...

Although she had seen the aftermath of one of those, as a cub reporter. The whore had been pretty once, but her holes had become wrecked. She'd seen the doctor literally pick up her uterus where it had fallen out, still grey and squishy from the cum, and had offered to let Lois touch it. She had declined, and he smiled as he jammed it back in place. There had been surgery after that, Lois knew, but she hadn't stayed for it. She also managed to avoid vomiting until she'd made it to a clean restroom in the hotel, but the image of the doctor casually shoving his hand up that twat had haunted her dreams for weeks...

Gently, carefully, she slipped her right hand in. The labia flopped, thicker than it had been even a minute ago. Her whole hand could fit between the lips without even penetrating her pussy. Trembling, she moved deeper. There was actually a sense of relief when she felt meat close in around her wrist, gave a squeeze with her kegel muscles and felt her tunnel tighten on her hand. But that was it...it was her hand. An entire fist, effortlessly crammed up inside of her, and she could barely feel it.

The tingling continued to increase; it was hovering behind Lois' belly button now, a terrible pins-and-needles sensation she dearly wanted to rub. A hand pressed firmly against her stomach, back and forth, did nothing to ease the sensation, but there was a sudden sense of pressure...a brief blinding moment almost of pain, and she heard her hips crack, audibly, and shift.

She removed the hand—slick with her juices—and noticed that her hips were broader. Lois had always been somewhat wasp-waisted, with thin thighs that left a bit of a gap, but now her hips seemed broader than her shoulders. Even sitting on the floor, it was bizarre to her...the thigh gap was massive now, and the mound of her swollen cunt hung down, the bright red inner lips just peeking out of that massive cleft. Lois tried, awkwardly, to close her legs, and found she couldn't get her thighs to touch together at all—only the knees, touching, leaving an open space big enough for a grown man to slide his head in and out of.

The artificial voice chimed softly. "Transformation complete. Additional data needed. Do you prefer the assistance of an attendant, or automated probe?"