You're Insane!

Lois Lane had enough situational awareness not to blurt out the first thing that came to her mind, but staring at the villainess she suddenly had no doubts that Poison Ivy was dangerously, criminally insane...there was no way for a human egg cell to become a seed, and there was no way to get pregnant without sperm. Ivy was obviously a couple panes short of a greenhouse.

...and that added another wrinkle to her situation.

If I call her out on being a potted plant, Lane thought. She could get violent. If I just play along for right now, maybe I can get out of here in one piece.

"S-sure," Lois said, trying to put some enthusiasm in her voice. "I'd like that."

Ivy smiled.

"Yeah, I thought you might be in season. Lie back and spread your legs, I'll plant the seed deep inside of you. Won't take but a minute."

Lois laid back and tried to think of Superman. She wouldn't mind having a baby with Superman. In fact, if there was anyone she did want to have a baby with, Superman would be it. Just to feel her arms around his strong back, that cock—the reporter had spent nights lying awake imagining what that cock was like—would just be perfect, a snug fit, not a cervix-bumping monster, but just wide enough to stretch her out just a little, the way she liked...

"You're wet," Ivy said, her fingers pressing against the reporter's labia. "That's good! Now take a deep breath and try to relax..."

Two fingers pushed something small and hard deep inside of Lois Lane's pussy. The knuckles brushed her labia...and then pressed harder, pushing it deeper inside. If the reporter wasn't so stretched out from the seed-pod, she knew that this would be a lot more uncomfortable, but as it was, she was actually starting to enjoy it.

"Tch, need to get it a little deeper. Try to stay still," Ivy said.

The villain withdrew her fingers to the entrance of the reporter's pussy...and then Lois felt her whole hand, fingers steepled together, pressing back in. The reporter tried to relax as the hand spread her cunt wide...

It's okay Lane, she told herself. Women get fisted every day. Perfectly normal. Just stay still and OH FUCK.

Lois couldn't prevent a little convulsion as Ivy speared her hand into the reporter's pussy. It was thicker than the seed pod, if only by a little bit, and Lois had to resist the urge to pee at the sudden unexpected pressure. What was worse, she could feel the little hard seed being pushed further in...deep inside...and winced a little as it brushed against her cervix.

Then it was gone.

Ivy slid her hand out of the reporter's pussy.

"There you go! Now, you should pollinate it within the next 24 hours. After that, it should take about 40 weeks to germinate."

"Th-thank you," Lois said, her stomach a storm of uncertainty about what just happened. Almost absently she asked. "Could you, ah, put the seed pod in a bag or something? For later?"

"Of course!" Ivy said.