Ass-Stretching Exercises

Lois Lane was expecting the cock. Somehow, it seemed inevitable that the demonic dickgirl would find a way to stick it up the reporter's ass, now that it was all clean and ready. She braced for it, the rubbery glans kissing her rectum, and the reporter closed her eyes and held her ass in the air, head buried in her arms on the cold floor, just glad that Angelica Blaze had bothered to lube her stupid dick before sticking it up Lois Lane's ass.

It felt huge. Everything felt bigger when it was forcing her tiny little asshole open. Lois tried to relax, but it was like everything in the world faded except for the dick pressing against her rectum, and the eggs inside her guts, waiting to be born. She tried to control her breathing. In through the mouth, hold it to the count of three, out through her mouth. Calm and controlled. The cock slid into her ass, and it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt...

She wasn't expecting the finger.

It was Blaze's thumb, sliding along the edge of her dick, pressing against the rim of the reporter's asshole. Lois tried to keep up her mantra, but it was harder now. The thumb was pressed right there, where cock met asshole, pressing forward with slowly increasing ****, and something had to give.

The reporter lost control of her breathing as her asshole was slowly, inexorably pushed inwards...and the thumb slid inside, right up to the knuckle, and then Lois was left with that to process: her ass stuffed with both the cock and the finger. Taut as a rubber band, the elastic sphincter kept trying to squeeze tight, but it was **** to stay open because the space was already occupied.

Gently, Angelica began to move her thumb. Back and forth, stretching the asshole at different points. She wasn't even trying to fuck the reporter's ass; the cock was just a tool to help hold it open, her finger doing the work of gently acclimating the poor sphincter to be opened wider, to stretch and gape.

"You're doing good, babe," Blaze cooed, her free hand grasping and massaging the reporter's left asscheek. "You okay so far? No pain?"

"N-no," Lois said, surprised to admit that as strange and terrible as it felt, there was nothing of the sharp pain she would expect to feel if her asshole ever split.

"That's good, because we're about to go bigger."