Anal Birth Is Painful

The normal circumference for an asshole is measured in millimeters. Fractions of an inch. The things moving through the reporter's intestines were the size of American footballs. As they moved, the elastic integument stretched to the breaking point; organs were compressed painfully to make room. Lois Lane couldn't even scream, because her diaphragm was being compressed too much.

"Don't worry," Blaze said as she shifted the ropes holding the reporter aloft, so that the bound reporter could grasp the ropes and bear down. "A woman's ass is made to pass a child!"

"Nnnnooo," Lois wheezed. "It. Fucking. Isn't!"

There's a little curve where the intestine meets the colon. Right now, it felt like something the size of a softball was trying to make that turn. That would be the first demonspawn's head. Blaze **** a piece of leather between the reporter's teeth, about an inch thick.

"Bite down on this," she the demon said. "It'll help."

It did not, in fact, help. But it probably saved Lois Lane from cracking her own teeth, or biting through her tongue to end the pain.

The head made the turn, though Lois did her best to scream her lungs out as it did. Blaze was behind her, fingers inside the reporter's ass, spreading lubricant and prying the reporter's rectum open. It was like trying to shit a five-pound bowling ball, and there was nothing that Lois Lane could do as it squirmed slowly down her back passage, until it reached her sphincter.

"I can see the head!" Blaze said excitedly.

"Aaargh!"

When Blaze had been fucking Lois Lane's ass, that had been the biggest thing she had ever head spread her hole. Intellectually, Lois knew that some people shoved bigger things up their rectum. That it was flexible, elastic. Some nights, at home and playing with herself while watching porn on her laptop, she had seen a woman take another woman's arm up to the elbow, and had been just singularly amazed and turned on.

There was nothing exciting about this. The weight of the baby was pressing down, forcing her asshole open wider than it ever had been before. Blaze was pressing on the sides, encouraging the hole to stretch obscenely. Though Lois Lane couldn't see it, she could feel what had been a tight puckerstretch open until it had to be at least three inches in diameter...and it was still pressing down, down...

Her whole body shook as the demonspawn finally began to pass through her asshole. Blaze was there to catch. Once the head was past, Lois could feel the sphincter try to close on the neck...but the demon caught it and wrenched it wide again, so that the shoulders could wiggle through. Gravity took care of the rest.

Lois Lane was left shaking as Blaze cooed over the first spawn. Tears streamed from her eyes. Her belly still hung low in the ropes, and she could feel the second one making the turn now...

It took about two hours. The reporter could see a clock by the bed, and timed it. The demons looked human. Small, but no different from any normal newborn except they had no belly button, just smooth skin over their stomachs. Blaze referred to them as daughters, but Lois knew that they were like her: hermaphrodites. Demons, or part-demons. One by one she cleaned them and swaddled them, laid them on the bed so that Lois could see them.

The reporter hung in the ropes. Her ass felt broken. Something had come loose when the third one was slipping out, and now she couldn't close her asshole.

"A little prolapsed back there," Blaze said. "Don't worry, we'll fix that."