Attendant

The door slid open. A nurse stepped in.

It had to be a nurse. A black woman with a close-cropped head. She was wearing a white face mask, and a little nurse's hat. The white nurse-smock covered her from neck to knees. The only thing it didn't cover were her broad shoulders and massive arms. Lois felt her eyes widen as she saw the corded muscles there, evidence of the professional bodybuilder. The hands were covered in latex gloves, but the forearms were more than twice as thick as the reporter's own.

She was carrying a kind of cooler in one hand.

"How are you feeling, dear?" The nurse said.

"Good." Lois paused, tried to think. "I can't close my legs."

"I can't imagine anyone complaining about that," the nurse said. The black woman set the cooler on the ground. "I need you to turn around and grab your ankles, sweetheart."

The reporter turned. Knees shoulder width apart, she did as she was told. Why, she couldn't have said right now—but a part of her thought it was the numbness. The way her clit just felt dead. That was wrong. She wanted...needed...stimulation.

Gloved hands lifted and opened the reporter's now-thick labial flaps. The reporter felt herself begin to blush.

"Let me know if there's any pain," the nurse said.

"Okay."

A hand reached into her—and that was shocking to Lois, the ease with which the nurse simply slid her hand into the reporter's cavernous cunt. There was no sensation of pain or discomfort at all. The hand reached up...and up... Lois felt herself begin to sweat as the freakishly thick forearm grazed the edges of her vaginal canal, but it felt like the hand was rooting around up inside of her abdomen, and that should have been impossible.

"Ah!" The reporter cried as the hand finally hit bottom. Lois opened her eyes, hands on her ankles. The nurse's elbow was hanging out between the reporter's legs, but nothing else. There had to be at least elven fourteen inches of forearm inside of her.

"Does that hurt?" The nurse asked.

"N-no," Lois admitted. "Just a birt of a surprise as all."

Fingers moved around, deep inside of Lois. She couldn't believe all of that was in her. The tingling, the pins-and-needles sensation, increased where the fingers touched.

"That's your cervix," the black woman said. "Normally it's quite sensitive, but some of your nerve-endings might be less sensitive, or buried in new tissue. No pain at all?"

A finger jabbed against something inside of Lois. The weird part was she could feel it, but it didn't hurt at all. Not pleasant, exactly, but kind of like when a guy missed on his first attempt and the head of his cock brushed the asshole by mistake. That same kind of forbidden thrill. In fact, with all the rubbing of her insides, the finger poking her cervix was starting to make the reporter wet.

"No pain," Lois said. She smiled, though with her head upside down like that, she wondered how the nurse would take it.

"Good. Now we're going to go a little deeper..."

The finger pressed against the reporter's cervix. Right in the middle of it. Lois began to pant. She could feel the sphincter inside of her flex, and the musclebound nurse was applying more and more pressure. Lois could see the elbow move by tiny fractions of an inch as it pressed a bit deeper and deeper into the reporter's engorged pussy.

Then that little barrier inside of Lois gave way, and with a strangled gasp Lois felt the gloved finger slide right through her cervix to poke inside her womb.