Lois Prolapses

Acting on instinct, Lois crabwalked backwards, away from the cock-plant...the base of which had swollen to the size of a small pumpkin...and then she flipped onto her hands and knees, and kept crawling. To leave Poison Ivy and her crazy plants far behind.

She could feel the inside of her pussy hanging out. Her insides were on fire, but weirdly her pussy felt oddly...full. Lois tried to remember what she could about vaginal prolapse. It wasn't often a case of having literally ripped part of your vaginal canal inside-out. Lois couldn't feel a loose, floppy pink sock hanging out of her, rubbing against itself. But it did feel like...something had fallen inside of her, was stuck, pressing against the entrance to her pussy from the inside.

Modern medicine can fix this, Lois told herself, not wanting to even look at it. At the door, Lois pulled herself to her feet, studiously not looking between her legs...but she could feel the slimy, soft flesh against her upper thighs. She cracked the door open and looked out, but there was no-one around.

Which was good, considering that the reporter was completely naked. Lois slid out into the corridor, feet on tiptoe. She could almost feel eyes on her, but there was no sign of any cameras...

"You've been visiting Ivy's cock-plants, haven't you?"

Lois Lane nearly jumped out of her skin. She whirled to see the source of the voice immediately behind her. A tall, broad-shouldered woman in a white lab coat, stethoscope around her neck, and flat heels. A cascade of dark hair ran down to her shoulders, and steel-rimmed glasses covered her dark eyes. The smile on her lips was something straight out of the Mona Lisa, like she knew a secret that she wasn't going to tell you.

"I'm Doctor Blaze," she said. "I take care of all the women here. You look like you could use a bit of help."

Blaze took one hand out to point between the reporter's legs, and Lois automatically looked down.

Her heart sank as she saw the pink flesh protruding past her pussy lips. It was like a great meaty donut of flesh, with a little dimple in the center.

"We can fix that in the infirmary," the woman said, nodding her head down the corridor. "If you would like to come with me?"

Lois was torn...in more ways than one. If this woman was a doctor—and what were the odds of that?—Lois would like to get her broken pussy fixed. On the other hand, she wasn't keen to trust her pussy to a random person she met in a literal underground brothel.