Strip Down And Step Into The Probulator

The Probulator, it turned out, was a cylindrical chamber not too different in appearance from the X-ray booths at airports. Except that the reporter was naked, and Dr. Faulkner sealed the chamber as soon as the reporter entered. There were a pair of glowing circles on the floor where Lois Lane was to plant her feet, about shoulder-width.

"Raise your arms above your head," Dr. Faulkner said.

Lois obliged.

"Now, try to relax your pussy and anus."

"Wait, what?" The reporter asked, brow furrowing...and then she looked down between her legs and saw the pair of probes ascending from the floor. They had the clean white plastic shapes of gynecological probes designed for some advanced alien race; vaguely phallic, but only in the sense that a sonogram wand was.

It was a testament to the reporter's willpower that she didn't bolt...but the nausea building inside the reporter was increasing. Her stomach was a roiling knot of tension, her bowels felt loose, and she was simultaneously feeling hungry and unable to even contemplate eating anything.

The probes must have been laser-guided. They shifted position several times as they ascended, aiming for the reporter's pussy and ass.

"Bend your knees a little, please," Dr. Faulkner's voice broke in.

Lois squatted slightly, feeling more of her weight settle in her thighs...and then both probes touched her pussy and ass. They felt...not lubricated, but sort of frictionless. Each was only about an inch thick, and they slid in with surprising ease, even the reporter's asshole sliding open without even a glimmer of pain.

"Supersonic vibrations help relax involuntary muscles for easier entry," Dr. Faulker said, as though reading the reporter's mind. "Approaching optimal probe depth."

Optimal depth, apparently, was deeper than Lois Lane had taken...anything. She felt absolutely ridiculous in her half-squat position, nake, arms in the arm. Lois scarce dared breathe; one good sneeze and the probe in her pussy would hit her cervix. The probe in her ass must have reached the end of her colon...and fortunately, wasn't trying to go beyond that. The two rigid rods were vibrating slightly, and the reporter felt her legs start to quiver, beads of sweat forming on her forehead...getting double penetrated like this was actually turning her on...

Something moved in the glassy wall of the room. It began a long slow sweep from left to right, and once again Lois thought of those airport X-ray chambers...but then streamers of multi-colored light began to play over her body.

"Multidimensional scanning beginning. Please hold this position for five minutes."

Lois Lane said nothing...there was nothing to say. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, all the worse because she knew that Dr. Faulkner was no doubt saving this data for later. The reporter could just imagine the horny lab techs that would masturbate to her scans...