Water

There was a funnel, and a hose. Lois Lane lay against the table like a bloated frog, cum spilling out of her slit, eyes dazed. She didn't even resist as Angelica Blaze slid the tube down to the back of her mouth.

Lois knew this game. She had played it at university, at the sorority parties. The trick had been to just open your throat and let the beer pour down. Except there wasn't any beer. Instead, Angelica held up a gallon jug of water.

The dickgirl smiled as she started to empty the jug into the funnel. Air bubbled up. Water flowed down...and Lois, drunk as she was, almost welcomed it at first. Cool, clear water running through her throat. Somewhere at the table edge, one of the women was scraping the cum that had spilled out of the reporter's pussy back into her cunny. Someone else was lifting her ass, stuffing something soft under it.

Yet that was all peripheral. Most of the drunken reporter's attention was focused on the water that kept flowing and flowing. Her stomach was filling up fast. She could feel the weight of the water, the pressure it was putting on her. With all the beer that Lois had already drunk, she was quickly feeling full...then too full...but gravity was forcing the water down and down her gullet, and even through the alcoholic haze Lois began to feel the pain as her stomach began to slightly distend, stretched too far by the volume of water.

The empty carton hit the table. Blaze brought up another one. Lois Lane's eyes went wide as the dickgirl peeled off the plastic seal and popped the cap.

"We're going to give you a preview of what it's like to have a baby belly," the dark eyes flashed with amusement as she tilted the second gallon into the funnel.

Lois tried to fight back, but hands reached out and grabbed her, holding the reporter down. All the dickgirls that had fucked her, their cocks hanging out over the table, growing stiff as they watched the reporter's gut begin to painfully distend, and a chant went up around the table...

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

It was ****. Lois wanted to retch, to vomit, as the pressure and pain built up, but she could do nothing, too drunk and outnumbered to fight back as the water slid down her throat, her stomach stretching to accommodate. It was more painful than anything she had ever experienced in her life...and the worst part was, at least one of the dickgirls couldn't help herself. At the sight of the reporter's flat stomach slowly distending from the second gallon of water pouring into her, a hard cock plunged into the reporter's overflowing cunt, and Lois grimaced and shook as the pounding prick pumped her pussy even as the water poured down her throat. It was like being fucked at both ends, and as her belly swelled until it looked like she was a few weeks pregnant, Lois Lane wasn't sure how much more she could take.