The Unbirthing

Lois Lane squirmed as something pushed deep inside of her. It wasn't painful, exactly...but definitely uncomfortable. Like during a gynecological exam, when the doctor did a pap smear and swabbed her cervix. An itch deep inside she couldn't scratch. Except...it wasn't going away. If anything, it was growing more intense.

Ella Lane gasped, closing her eyes, face drawn.

"Mom...what's happening?" Lois asked.

"I'm sorry Lois," her mother said softly. "It's the only way."

Lois blinked. Her mom looked smaller. The reporter blinked twice and looked more closely. The older woman's wrinkled skin looked softer, smoother. Lois focused on the edges of her eyes, watching the crows-feet around her eyes recede, the silvery hair darken...

...and inside of Lois, she could feel the agitation growing, almost painful now. Lois pushed back against her mother...and saw a pink cable of flesh, small and thin, protruding from her mother's navel, disappearing into the reporter's pussy. As the younger woman watched, it began to pulse...seeming to grow thicker by the moment, slowly but surely.

Nightmare visions flashed through Lois' mind—her mother as some sort of vampiric parasite, draining away her youth, her life—but then mother threw herself against her daughter, and Lois looked up into a face almost her own age, so like herself, a face she knew only from old photographs.

"Mom," Lois choked, unwilling to accuse her own mother. "What is that?"

"It's an umbilical cord, Lois. It's what ties mother to daughter," warm lips brushed against Lois Lane's throat, moved down her chest.

"Once, I gave birth to you," the voice was higher pitched, and Lois saw that her mother was shrinking more rapidly now. The reporter winced as a cramp hit her midsection. Her belly felt bloated, like she had bad gas or was retaining water...but it wasn't swollen at all. Yet as Ella Lane continued to shrink, Lois knew all that mass had to be going somewhere...

"Now," Ella yawned, and Lois was surprised to see the woman the size of a toddler with a black shock of hair and violet eyes, baby fat on her cheeks, "you'll give birth to me..."

And Lois felt the warm form of the baby in her lap, growing smaller by the second, the cramping inside of her increasing in intensity...and Lois wondered what could possibly happen next.