Feed The Babies

"You must be starving," Blaze said, as she laid Lois face-up on the bed, the reporter's head hanging over the edge. "After all, you're eating for four."

The reporter's stomach grumbled and groaned. She didn't want anything else in her body. All she did want was to get these—parasites—out of her as quickly as possible.

"Fortunately," the demonic dickgirl said, "I've got just the thing for your growing babies. All the magic vitamins they need to grow big and strong and fast."

Lois was going to ask what that was—when the demon's thumbs found the corners of her mouth, forcing it open. The hairless sack hanging between the dickgirl's legs loomed over the reporter's face, grotesquely swollen. The reporter tried to swallow as she felt the saliva collect in her mouth, and her heart sank as she realized what was about to happen.

"Heeerrrre comes the airplane!" Blaze said as she shifted her hips and dropped into a half-squat. It took a few seconds for her to line the swollen head of her cock up with the reporter's mouth. Lois found herself gripping the sheets, the things inside of her thrashing as if in anticipation, growing heavier by the moment. Somewhere, her phone rang.

"Just your sister," the dickgirl said from above. "We won't need to bring her into this, will we?"

Lois **** herself to relax. The dick slid into her mouth...and Lois realized, at this angle, that there was a straight line to her throat, the exact same position a sword-swallower would take...and as Blaze's cock slid into the reporter's throat, those soft, hot balls settling over Lois Lane's face, she realized that the demon had been planning this.

There was nothing else for Lois to do but endure it.

She focused on her breathing as the cock slid into her gullet. There was room—barely—to breathe, though as Blaze got into her rhythm, those testicles hitting Lois gently in the face, she could feel the drip of the ballsweat sting her nostrils.

It's like she's using me to masturbate, Lois realized as the dickgirl fucked her throat. Like I'm just some kind of expensive fucking sex toy.

Minutes stretched on interminably. Blaze's hands wandered, sliding over the reporter's small breasts, grasping and squeezing. The strokes were getting shorter and faster, more and more of the cock staying inside of Lois each time, and the reporter knew that she must be getting close. It was a kind of hell, this feeding, and what made it worse was that Blaze wouldn't stop talking.

"Hungry, aren't you momma? Gotta get you nice and big. Pump you up. Have our babies grow up big and strong..."

Lois could almost feel the moment coming. The way the dickgirl grunted, how the cock seemed to swell thicker so that it became harder to breathe, the agitated wriggling of the demonic parasites in her guts...but nothing could really prepare her for the actual moment.

Blaze shoved the whole length of her cock inside of the reporter's throat, hard enough to drive the back of the reporter's head into the mattress, the mattresses off the boxspring. A burning sensation began in the reporter's lungs as the dick swelled to completely cut off her airway, and it felt like the tip of the dick was pressing against her beating heart, though she knew that was impossible.

Then she came.

What can compare to string after string of hot jizz ejaculated straight into the stomach? Lois could only picture a softserve machine, the constant flow of thick, hot white goo descending eternally into her stomach, **** down by the weight and pressure of that which was following behind it. She gave up on trying to guess what volume of demonic seed was polluting her body...

...but she felt the hot liquid goo seep down to where the three masses were slowly, achingly making their way through her guts...and they began to feed.