Get Prepared For The Birth

Blaze threw her hands wide. She stood naked and poised, and Lois couldn't remember where or when her clothes had gone...but she looked less human than ever. Skin the red of fresh-spilled blood, a tall and lean form with no trace of fat, the breasts small and sitting high against her chest with dark nipples almost black. Dark horns curled back from her forehead, and her eyes were two glowing white holes looming out of dark sockets. Down between her legs, her cock reared and swayed like a cobra entranced by a flute.

Lois hung there, not uncomfortable but unable to really move, her stomach sagging downward, lower and bigger. She could feel her body weakening as the eggs moved, absorbing...something from her. The reporter wasn't sure what, but she was sure that they were growing, and she was getting very hungry. At the same time, an odd resignation seemed to settle on her: she had gotten the women out. Maybe, if she was lucky, they would even go get help.

Maybe.

As if conducting an orchestra, Blaze began to gesture. In the bedroom, things moved.

A hose rose up from the bathroom. The reporter suspected it's purpose even before the round rubber tip, lubed with something wet and slimy, pressed itself between the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, the reporter squirmed in her bonds...but all that accomplished was to set her spinning above the nest of grass and straw below. With a sharp hiss of pain, the tube pushed its way inside...and then there was a gurgle and Lois gasped at the sudden rush of cold water flooding her bowels.

"It is better this way," Blaze said, her now plumper lips moving over a mouth full of sharp white teeth. "You're a woman of the world, aren't you Lois? You must have cleaned yourself out, from time to time."

Gritting her teeth, Lois shook her head.

"No? You haven't...entertained any visitors? Stretched out your little slutty hole?"

The pressure inside of Lois was building, and she could feel the cold creeping upwards past her colon. She had never needed to go to the bathroom so bad in her life, but she still felt the need to hang on...not to lose control in front of...her...

"Relax. Do as I say," the demon's fingers moved in front of Lois, leaving afterimages. Lois felt a strange weight seem to settle on her as her body relaxed, sagging into the ropes.

"Relax."

The hose disappeared. Lois Lane felt herself void...and too, heard it land in an unseen buck, the rim just touching her buttocks. A sharp, agonizing pain of embarrassment ran through Lois at this indignity...and something else was at work too, something that clenched her bowels as Blaze's fingers moved in strange grasping motions, which **** everything out of her until the reporter's colon was clamping, utterly empty yet trying to ring out every drop...

An unseen hand wiped her buttocks clean. Bucket and hose slithered out of sight, back to the bathroom. Lois spun slowly, feeling utterly empty and drained, body strangely feverish, abdomen gurgling strangely as the eggs descended.

Hands stopped her rotation. Spread apart her cheeks. For the first time, Lois realized she was at just the same height as Blaze's hips.

"We need to stretch you out a little Lois. The eggs are going to be awfully big by the time they're ready to lay...and I don't want you to tear down there."