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Foreboding weighed on Lois as she hurriedly turned to the words written on the back wall. The pain was almost constant now...and more than that, a sensation of penetration, as if forcing itself deeper within—but where was there to go? Cervix penetration was something for gynecologist visits and bad hentai, not real life. The one time Lois had ever felt a partner really thrust deep enough to touch the mouth of her womb she'd screamed bloody **** and kicked his sorry ass out of bed.

It should be impossible, she knew...the stone phallus inside of her shouldn't be able to move, or grow, and yet...and yet it was unnatural. That was why she was here, crawling on the floor with her ass in the air, careful not to smudge too many lines or knock over too many candles, squinting at the letters painted on the wall with only her phone for a light...

CONIURO TE PER NOMEN INDIVIDUUM MAGNA MATER

Lois struggled with the Latin, lips working through the words, trying to remember conjugations, declensions...

"I...conjure thee...in the name of the...indivisible?...Great Mother."

The reporter's forehead wrinkled. The name was familiar. Magna Mater. That was a goddess in ancient Rome...although she didn't come from there. A foreign goddess, with strange priests and bloody rites.

In the middle of these ruminations, Lois had almost managed to ignore the constant pain of the weight pressing at her insides...and then gasped at a sudden surge within her. What had been a pain pressing at her cervix now felt like it was pressing on the sides of her canal, stretching her out to her fullest extant.

Lois had experienced a few big cocks in her life...and like many women she had known what it was for her vagina, that small channel, to be stretched to its comfortable limits and beyond. She would be lying if she didn't admit that she had even enjoyed it, from time to time, though Lois had never been a size queen. But that had always been at the entrance, a fat cock or dildo teasing and pounding and being **** in.

This was internal. The reporter could still feel her aching pussy lips, the entrance to her cunt empty. But as Lois looked down at herself to survey the damage, she saw that the distension of her lower abdomen was worse, like she had swallowed a football.

Moment by moment the weight seemed unbearable...but there was still the final wall. The last few words that might shine some light on the subject.