Womb-Fucking Porn

"Uh uh uh uh..."

The pink screen faded out, but the soundtrack kicked in a moment sooner. At first all that the reporter could see was a hairy buttocks flexing and unflexing, dark cleft leading down to a dangling set of testicles...and then the camera panned down, and Lois realized she wasn't watching any kind of normal porn.

Metal clamps spread the woman's pink slit unnaturally wide, black leather straps buried tightly in her flesh to hold the pussy open. Lois stared in fascination, unable to look away as the man press himself so deep that his balls actually scraped against the inside of her vagina. And all the while he fucked the gaping hole, the steady grunting of the woman echoed in the reporter's ears...

"Uh uh uh uh..."

Inside her own overstretched love tunnel, Lois could feel something moving. Not the dildo itself, which kept her cunt spread wide, a solid plug her pussy couldn't crush. Lois' legs and hips ached with how far they were spread apart, thighs wanting to close and unable to. Yet inside...there was a sense of movement. Something vibrated as it moved down the hollow core of the dildo, something tickled deep inside, between her hips, beneath her belly button, a kind of growing itch.

Lois didn't know what was going on in there. They must have sprayed an anesthetic because she couldn't feel any pain...in fact, much of her middle now felt sort of comfortably numb, like when a dentist hit her with novocaine...but she could feel poking and prodding.

Womb augmentation was what they said, Lois thought as she stared at the bizarre tableaux on screen. But they didn't say what that entailed. Something surgical? Structural? How do you make a womb carry a super baby to term? It sounded impossible...

"Uh uh fuck uh deeper..."

The camera shifted, panning around over a hairy shoulder. The stud they'd picked was rugged as a hedgehog, but the camera wasn't interested in faces, it wanted to show the point of contact...and staring down at where their crotches met, Lois became aware that this was much more fucked up than even she had originally imagined.

Thin silver wires held the pink vaginal canal wide open—the man's long, thin dong wasn't even scraping the sides as it plunged in and out of the gaping hole. Yet he was fucking something in there, sliding his prick back and forth in a constant sawing motion...the camera flicked slightly and Lois realized they must have switched to something else, maybe one of those little surgical cameras.

"Uh uh fuck uh oh god are you close uh uh..."

The camera seemed propped on the root of his cock, the point of view moving with the shaft as it went forward and back, forward and back, and now Lois could see the purple ring of the cervix, dilated wide...just wide enough that the swollen head of that long dick moving in and out, in and out, the flared crown brushed against the purple ring with each stroke, and Lois knew that the woman must be able to feel that, hitting her cervix coming and going...

It was obscene. It was fascinating. Like watching a train wreck in progress. Lois could see little metal clamps holding the straining cervix open, caught a glimpse of the dark red room beyond every time the dick withdrew, and over it all, pounding in her ears, the constant low huffing moan of the woman who was being fucked in a way that probably no woman had ever been fucked before.

"Do it uh uh do it uh uh wanna feel it..."

Lois shivered as hard things pressed against her inside, the vibration increasing, invisible tools at work remodeling her uterus, repurposing it for greater things. The camera thrust forward and back faster and faster, and Lois' sense of anticipation grew, aware of how close the man must be, even if he was probably fucking her through sheer willpower at this point...Lois couldn't imagine him actually getting off on sticking his dick into that grossly distorted meat hole...but then she had known men that would and could bring themselves to fuck anything if their masculine pride was on the line...

Then he came.

He held his dick right at the entrance to her womb, white jizz spurting out in a series of ropes, splattering off into the darkness, until it just oozed thick as yogurt from the swollen purple head...and as the cock withdrew, the reporter could see all the way down that tunnel, held open by clips and wires like a vast Sarlacc pit, and at the bottom Lois could see the white pool, sitting there inside the womb...he had cum straight into her uterus.

It was one of the greatest and most terrible things Lois had ever seen.

As the video faded out into pink, the reporter realized her cheeks were flushed, nipples hard, and her pussy was drooling so much that a thin stream flowed down over her buttocks to soak the chair she was sitting in...and all she could think as she stared at the screen was: What's next?