Probe

Lois hesitated, not sure she wanted to continue with whatever this was...and a little afraid she might be stuck like this forever. Yet there might be a way to turn her back, to reverse the transformation, and the best bet was to let this experiment or procedure or whatever run its course...and she didn't want to deal with a live human being, not in this state, if she could help it.

"Probe," she said aloud.

There was a whirr of hidden machinery, and then a circular hatch opened from the floor, and an object began to ascend...a smooth glassy black cylinder, about three inches in diameter, with a rounded head. It looked a bit like a parking bollard, if they made those out of obsidian. Within, small red and green lights blinked, suggesting internal electronics. When the top of it was three feet above the floor, it clicked into place.

"Please mount probe." The automated voice said, soft and pleasant.

Lois stared at it. Mount it? She'd have to get on her tip-toes just to brush her swollen pussy over the top of the thing. It was bigger and thicker than her wrist...than anything she'd ever had in her before. Of ever dreamed of having inside of her. Yet as that tingle deep inside worsened, Lois knew that somewhere, deep down, she wanted to try. To push her limits, just this once. And who knows? With her body the way it was, maybe she could...take it.

Standing up, the reporter approached the hard black monolith. It was tall enough that she could rub her bare, swollen clit against it without any effort. Actually putting it inside her, however...reaching down with both hands, the reporter spread her flaps. That was new to her. Thinking of her labia as flaps. Her pudenda and swollen mons already jutted out from between her legs and the flaps hung down her thighs. With both hands, she spread them out, walking a bit knees-akimbo. Spread them against that glassy black surface.

It was warm. She didn't expect that. But not unpleasant. Breathing slowly in and out through her mouth, Lois raised herself up on her toes, still leaning against the glassy black monolith. Almost...she slid her fingers up, near the top of the arch of her pussy, and pulled. The skin lifted up and away, and Lois raised herself up and pushed forward, felt the hard smooth roundness of the tip...and her pussy spread over it, and Lois found herself, on her toes, the massive thing directly beneath her.

Fear struck her, just then. If she slipped...she would impale herself on this thing. No ordinary dildo. Early in her career she had taken shifts at night reporting in the emergency room, seen people waddle in, impaled on impossible toys, their eyes bigger than their orifice. Permanent damage, some of them. Trailing spots of blood, raw crotches gaped impossibly, the flesh ripped and torn. Lois didn't want that to happen to her. Yet at the same time...she really, really wanted this thing inside of her. And it was the only way to move forward.

Heart pounding in her chest, arches of her feet aching, Lois began to lower herself down onto the great glass shaft.