Ella Is Drawn Into Her Mother's Womb

Lois Lane stared down. Her mother had shrunk to the size of a baby, but the eyes, the violet eyes just like her own were old and knowing...and the naked reporter shuddered in fear and sexual excitement as the chubby hands grabbed the curtains of her labia and parted them, placing her shrinking feet inside the reporter's tunnel.

The contractions increased. Only now, Lois could feel, it wasn't like trying to push something out at all. The umbilicus went taught, and the form of her mother bent forwards into a natal crouch, the great violet eyes blinking as she was slowly drawn into her daughter's womb.

Her knees bent and thighs wide, Lois Lane bent forward and watched as well as felt her pussy stretched open. She hissed in pain as the little hips slid past...thicker than anything she had ever had in her pussy before. The contractions were coming faster now, lasting longer. Slow, terrible tugs as her mother's shrunken form was being drawn up inside its new home.

Lois let out a small yell of pain as her mother was drawn in up to her tiny shoulders. The head looked huge, bulbous, impossible to fit inside her pussy...and then Lois realized, staring down at the head, that it was stuck.

Bending forwards, grunting at the difficulty, the reporter gently placed her hands on the head and...pushed...

It was weird, the forces working on her body. Muscles in her vagina spontaneously clamping at the mouth of her vagina, then drawing backwards, sucking the small body in. Like peristalsis...a serpent swallowing its prey whole...except Lois knew her mother's final goal was not her stomach but her womb.

When her labia closed over the head, Lois arched her back as the cumulative stimulation overcame her. She stuffed a pillow in her mouth to mask the scream from her orgasm, thighs trembling uncontrollably, toes curling. When it finally passed she fell back, spent and panting.

It was far from over.

The cramps continued, and Lois felt an odd pain in her lower body, weight shifting, and then a new pain...one she had only felt from gynecologist visits, or from the very largest of her male lovers. Something brushed her cervix.

Lois Lane groaned, knowing this was only the beginning.

She gathered the sheets in her hands, legs kicking uselessly as the fetus was dragged into her womb. Shuddered and groaned as her once-flat belly began to rise, doming out from within, pressure growing with every moment. There was pain now like nothing she had ever known before. Her most secret place being stretched open wide, cervix dilating big enough to fight the head and shoulders of a child.

Lois could hardly breathe as her growing womb began to press against her lungs. Following some instinct she shifted onto her side, letting the weight off her back, the growing belly in front of her on the bed. No longer needing to fight gravity, it was a little easier. But labor can last hours...and un-birth, it seemed could last a long time as well.

She tried to draw breath into her aching lungs. Sweat plastered her body, womb spasming as it drew its new incumbent a little further in each time. Lois lost track of time, not knowing how many hours passed, fading in and out of a kind of sleepy delirium as her belly slowly but visible swelled, skin stretching unnaturally. She stroked the taut, hard surface, unbelieving as she was able to feel it beneath her fingers...and the fingers against her skin.

For a moment, a brief moment, Lois felt something shift around inside of her...and then press its little hand against hers, through the taut, bloated, belly of a woman just about to give birth. Lois let out a sigh, tension draining from her shoulders, as the last contraction ended.

"We did it mom..." she whispered. "We did it."