A Two-Liter Bottle of Soda

Lois Lane quickly ran through the items in her apartment that were small enough to physically fit up her ass and large enough to not normally fit up her ass. That left out all sex toys, shampoo bottles, curtain rods, her shoes...the reporter was considering tying some towels around the curtain rod as a sort of do-it-yourself ass-rammer when she remembered the two-liter bottle of diet cola in the fridge, unopened and untouched.

She got it out and carefully considered the bottle with its dark liquid contents. The tapered tip would insert easily enough, Lois figured, but then it flared out—and there was no way under normal circumstances that her anus would be able to accommodate the 4.33 inch diameter of the Diet Pepsi bottle.

At least, I hope not, she thought, placing the bottle on the bathroom floor.

Lois removed the bottle's label and, after a moment's consideration, emptied half a bottle of lube on top of her impromptu anal plug. If her anus had been modified, she wouldn't need it, but there was no need to hurt herself unnecessarily. In far less time than Lois hoped, she was done. Her hands slimy with excess lube, naked from the waist down, her ass...

She ran a hand between her ass cheeks, smearing her little pucker with lubricant. Did it feel different, beneath her fingers? The reporter swallowed heavily as she pressed one finger against the hole. It felt tight. Pressed a little harder, the sensation of it slipping into her channel was...was it familiar? Was that normal?She clenched her cheeks, felt the ring of muscle tighten around her digit. Pulled it out and stared at the bottle.

"I have to know," she whispered.

Squatting on the bathroom floor, Lois held the soda bottle steady with one hand as she kept the other on her anus...she guided her butt to the tip of the bottle by touch, wondering all the while how the porn stars and size queens did it, if there wasn't a better way...and then the hard plastic cap was touching the reporter's butthole, and she took a deep breath, let it out and sat...

There was a little resistance as the ridged cap slid into her asshole, sliding all the way up to the little plastic rim that separated it from the neck of the bottle proper. Lois gave herself a moment to get used to the sensation of having something up her butt. It wasn't quite as weird as she expected...and that itself was worrying. A part of her wished that it was painful, that her virgin ass had been violated.

Now she had **** but to press down, and see how far she could take the bottle up inside of her ass. Trips to the emergency room had begun with less forethought and care, she knew. But if she could take it...it her ass could stretch to such a tremendous extant...then that meant it wasn't just a dream. That she had undergone that terrible transformation with the demonic worm, that her asshole was superhuman...and that right now, she could be pregnant.

Lois Lane sat up straight and let her full weight press down on the two-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi.