Vaginal Capacity Exceeds Limits

Lois couldn't believe her ears as the slow fuck ground to a halt, the dildo buried to the depths in her. Sure, she had taken the whole thing. On the screen, she could see the massive black circle of the base of the thing, spreading her pussy around it like a thin pink line. She felt like she was at her limit. Any more and she would break.

"Inflating." The speaker buzzed, tinnily.

The angle on the camera didn't change, the same central dark circle plugging her up, pink swirls surrounding it...the wrecked pussies faded out so that there was only her own forcibly gaped cunt, front and center, the little jellybean of her clitoris poking out on top.

Then she felt it.

It began as a different kind of vibration through the machine. The massive artificial cock was buried so deep inside of her that she could feel its tiniest movement intimately...but that wasn't what caught her attention. It was the uncomfortable sense of pressure inside of her guts.

Reaching down, she absently felt the skin of her lower abdomen...and beneath the skin and muscle, there was the hard outline of the dildo distending the skin slightly. Even as she was poking it, feeling the pressure inside of her increase...it moved.

Lois took a deep breath, sudden panic setting in, but she kept her fingers on the shape...and she could feel it moving, pressing outward, expanding.

Inflating.

"The tip must be hollow. They're filling it with air or water..." The reporter mumbled aloud to herself. Then she shivered as the full implications sunk in. It was getting bigger inside of her...stretching out her vaginal walls and keeping them stretched...unless it was deflated, she'd never be able to get the thing out. Keep it in there long enough and she could be looking at...

"Permanent damage." she spoke aloud, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. They were still trying to wreck her pussy. Just fucking it wasn't going to be enough.

Lois bit her lip against the mounting pressure. It was painful, like gas or bloating during a period—but it wasn't in her intestines, the pressure was in her pussy, her vaginal canal, where all those nerve endings now lit up as the pink tunnel was stretched...and stretched...and stretched.

The reporter couldn't even imagine how big it must be inside of her, although now she could see something on the monitor, a bulge visible through the skin, and a clear fluid leaking around the edge of her cunt. Gentle, she rubbed her jelly bean, the clit hard as a rock between her fingers.

She winced as the pressure finally verged on the point of true pain...Lois guessed maybe the tip had brushed her cervix...and the vibration stopped. There were a series of clicks, as of switches being thrown. The pressure didn't cease. Lois was constantly aware of the mass that was within her, the way her pussy was stretched far beyond anything she had ever experienced before...and as the tinny speaker voice came on again, the screen began to flash pink...