The Thicker Cock

Lois couldn't look at the horse dildo. She didn't want to even think about taking something so inhuman inside of her, no matter how long it might have been. In truth, she was rather content with the length of the last dildo...and a part of it, the part of her whose labia now rubbed against her upper thighs, whose clitoris stood out like a thumb from a hood thicker than the first cock she'd ever taken, was wondering what the added thickness of the clear dildo might be like.

As the reporter moved over to her choice, she reflected on why she was doing this. At first, it had simply seemed to be the most convenient way to maybe get to the end of this process, to reverse what had been done with her. Yet now, as the choices kept getting bigger and bigger, weirder and weirder...and seeing her own body's limits so far beyond anything even remotely humanly possible...she began to wonder about what the end of this process would be.

Will I go back to normal? Lois thought to herself as she pushed her labia aside to straddle the clear dildo. It felt like she was about to impale herself on an artillery shell, a gigantic bullet aimed at her womb. Or will I be stuck like this? Will I have to go through life with a pussy so big that no one and nothing will ever satisfy me again?

This time, at least, Lois Lane did not sink down on the cock so easily. At four inches in diameter, she could feel the clear sides press the labia against her thighs. An unexpected, almost unfamiliar sensation of tightness came to her as the great smooth head hit the entrance to her tunnel. After those last few dildos, she had almost forgotten what it was like to feel full.

Now the muscles in her thighs, ass, and lower back came into play. She had to push—not hard, and not at all unpleasantly—her enlarged pussy stretching, trickles of clear liquid running down the surface of the thirteen-inch long phallic pillar. As she neared the half-way mark, her pussy stretching easily, Lois could feel the tightness and...something else.

Her heart beat faster, and a little quiver ran through her hips. The other dildos had been disappointing, at best tantalizing but unable to get her excited, but this one—it was like her big pussy was responding to something this size like it was made for it. She could feel the curve of the head push against every little bump and fold inside of her pussy.

She put her hand on her lower abdomen, just about that engorged clit, so that she could feel the hardness of the head beneath her skin as she lowered herself down on it further...and further. Inch by inch she sank onto the thing, and Lois could feel her body begin to heat up.

It was getting harder to get those last few inches inside of her. The reporter felt stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced, but as her cunt gripped the slick shaft, she began to rise and fall on it, just a little, forcing herself down a fraction of an inch more each time.

I'm fucking myself, Lois realized as her eyes closed, and her fingers moved down to touch that big clit. Unconcerned about who might be watching or recording, the reporter gave off a little moan.

So lost did Lois become, she didn't realize that she had taken the whole thing until her labia slammed into the bench.

"Insertion successful." The computer chirped. "Please remain in place as we process volumetric data."

Lois grabbed her clit...she could wrap her thumb and forefinger around the little inch-long stub of erect flesh...and began to tug at it, panting out loud.

"Not...not a problem," she said. "Take your time..."