She Grabs One...

Leaning over the tub, ass in the ass, knees pressing into the cold tile, Lois huffed. It was all she could do to keep her pussy from quivering, to bite the inside of her cheeks as the young woman pushed her hand that little bit deeper inside of the reporter's ass, digging around in her rectum for the alien egg...

Even with the generous application of lubricant, Lois felt at her limit. It wasn't even that Maria was trying to be sexy or fuck her backside, it was just the incredible sensation of feeling her butt stretched beyond any limit she had ever known...or dreamed...was possible.

She hadn't expected to react like this. Pain, humiliation—sure. But the sexual excitement...the fact that she was dripping back there, that another woman was touching her...part of the whole thing was pushing kink buttons Lois hadn't even known she had. Almost enough for her to try and forget that if this went wrong, she was going to be giving birth to alien starfish out of her ass...

"I think I've got it," Maria sounded less confident than Lois would have liked. The reporter could feel the young woman's fingertips sliding around, deep inside of her. That deep, she could feel the things lodged in her colon as well...round hard presences...and as the barmaid tugged gently, one of them began to move.

It was a long, slow, steady pull. Lois gagged, wanted to vomit, stomach churning. She could feel her asshole almost being pulled inside out, and Maria laid one hand on the reporter's tailbone to brace herself as she slowly withdrew her fist...which, wrapped around the egg, was even bigger than it had been going in.

Lois grit her teeth when the wrist reappeared at her asshole. Maria poured more lubed on the sore entrance, but it didn't stop the orifice from complaining as she began to withdraw her hand. The reporter focused on her breathing, unconsciously falling into Lamaze tactics as she tried to relax her sphincter. Glad she couldn't see the ruin of her asshole as it was stretched impossibly wide, rim bright pink as it cleared the knuckles...

...and then it was out. Involuntarily, Lois tried to squeeze, and for a split second she couldn't, and panic ripped through her...

"Hold that gape!" Maria ordered, and then it was all the reporter could do not to close it, asshole aching as she tried not to clench, the strange empty sensation inside.

Something like a golfball rolled into the tub next to Lois. It was blue with purple veins.

"One down," Maria muttered, and Lois felt the now-familiar sensation of fingers at her wrecked rectum.