Virility

Rat took a step back, and another. Lois turned towards the glowing idol. Watched the sperm seem to ooze into the glowing carvings, where it disappeared, absorbed into the deformed, maternal figure. The ruddy glow was entrancing, but also something of a warning. Lois stood up...and time seemed to slow down, frame by frame. She saw the bolt of red, crackling lightning gather and connect from the rotund stone belly into her crotch. Felt her clit instantly harden, pressing against her pants. Saw the burst of a bright white bubble travel along that crimson electric arc, to sink into the soft flesh of her pubic mound. The arc sputtered and died, until not even a spark remained...and time resumed its normal flow.

Lois' hand flew to her crotch. The lips felt puffy and swollen through her pants.

"What was that?" Rat said. "It looked like...are you alright?"

"I think...no." The reporter said, as her stomach fluttered. She was feeling suddenly puffy. Bloated. Like a bad period coming on. Her hands went to her stomach, fingers pressing against abdominal muscles.

The first cramp took her to the floor. A terrible painful urgency struck her. It reminded her of hangover mornings, when all the **** and bar food caught up with her, long painful hours with buttocks clamped on the toilet, waiting for her bowels to empty or to die and not caring which happened first. She hurriedly leaned her back against the nearest wall, then roughly hooked her thumbs on pants and panties and shoved them both down around her knees.

Rat stood there, flabbergasted, eyes focused on her neatly trimmed black bush.

"Oh fuck!" she said as the cramps came again, and she pushed as she moved into a squat.

"What is it? You got the runs?" He asked. She noticed he hadn't looked away...or turned the camera away.

"I...I think..." and a sudden spurt of liquid, thick and hot, erupted from her vagina to splatter on the floor.

"Oh shit." Rat said. "Is that blood? Are you bleeding?"

"Aaaagh!" Lois screamed, as another cramp pulsed through her body. "It...it's not that. There's...something...in me."

"You're...giving birth?"

"Better...fucking...not be. Not...pregnant!" Lois screamed, and this time she felt something give within her—a membrane or barrier—and there was an exhilarating sense of release and fullness, as whatever it was pushed through her pussy. It was like being fucked from the inside out. Part of her wanted to just reach in, grab whatever it was and pull...but she didn't know if she could manage that on her own, with her back pressed against the wall, and she sure as hell wasn't going to ask Rat if he had a pair of forceps in his pocket.

It took, two or three more pushes to really get it out. Lois didn't want to look down. She could feel it, whatever it was, hanging out of her. Could feel the warm air of the basement through it. The reporter remembered a piece she had done once, on women with severe genital prolapse. The whole womb could just fall through their vagina. It wasn't supposed to happen to her though. That was the kind of thing that happened to women after a difficult birth—several difficult births. Their holes all stretched out and baggy...

"Rat," she said. Her eyes were closed. "I...I think it's out. How's it look."

She heard the goth swallow. "Uh...congratulations." He mumbled. "It's a dick."