Searching For An Egg

Lois shifted onto her knees, staring down at her pussy, which ached from all the punishment she'd subjected it to in the last couple of hours. She didn't understand...did the head dissolve? Or had it broken off inside of her? The reporter frowned, imagining how the visit to the emergency room would go...

She shakily got up on her feet, knees akimbo. A bit of thin clear drool leaked out of her pussy, but that was it. Taking a deep breath, Lois tried to clear her head.

Okay. A giant sperm head was stuck deep inside my vagina. Defining a problem is the first step to fixing a problem. The reporter found her thoughts surprisingly calm and ordered, and she wondered if she was in shock, but quickly dismissed it. No time to be in shock.

She went over to the tub and turned off the water, before it overflowed, and pulled the plug on the drain, to let it slowly drain. The sound of the water gurgling through the pipes was...soothing.

Lois straightened her back and moved off of the wet tile onto a dry bathmat. Right. Easiest way to dislodge something is with a little ****...

The first jumping jack felt at once familiar and absurd, as exercising in the nude always does. Her tits jiggled, her muscles ached, and the up-and-down bobbing wasn't doing her head any favors. Lois counted out twenty, without feeling any movement within her. She looked down and saw nothing on the bathmat, either. Pausing, breathing evenly, Lois decided to try a couple of squats. Feet shoulder width apart, back straight, arms forward and...

Her legs hit about ninety degrees when the cramp set in. Lois crumpled forward, hands hitting the floor before her knees. She imagined the fist-sized head sitting at the mouth of her uterus, trying to fulfill its biological mission. It wouldn't...couldn't possibly go through her cervix. It's too big. It would rupture something. Even if it did get through, my eggs are microscopic...there's no way...

The second cramp brought bright red pain through Lois' middle, like the worst period cramp in her life times a hundred. Sudden nausea struck her as she maneuvered her head over the toilet, vomiting a gray ooze—all that she had drank in the bar earlier—only it didn't make her feel any better. Another cramp struck her, and Lois gasped, clenching onto the bowl with white fingers.

The head...whatever is left of the giant spermatozoa...is on a mission. Lois felt panic rising up again. What am I going to do? What CAN I do?