Serious Questions About When & Where The Eggs Are Coming Out

Angelica Blaze helped Lois Lane out from under the bar, and sat the reporter on a stool as she fetched her a Perrier.

"I...have questions," the reporter asked, swallowing the water gratefully. She could still feel the eggs in her chest, two solid masses that couldn't be dislodged, no matter how often she swallowed.

"Shoot," Angelica said, the long pale snake of her cock looking very weird without any testicles. The dickgirl turned to fill a few orders, mixing cocktails, giving Lois a chance to gather her thoughts. This whole situation seemed crazy, impossible...but it had happened, and the reporter knew to trust her senses, not deny reality.

"Where are the eggs coming out?" Lois swallowed again. The possibilities didn't seem promising. "I mean, are they going to burst out? Or...what?"

Blaze gave that strange half-smile. "No, no bursting. They'll make their way through your intestinal system. Eventually you'll have to 'lay' them. It will be a...very intense process."

Lois wished that answer gave her some relief...but it didn't.

"When?" She asked.

"Oh, normally about six or seven hours...it takes a little bit of time to move through your digestive tract, absorbing nutrients through their soft, porous shells as they move. Of course, that does make them grow a bit...but think of it like a cleanse." The half-smile turned into a wicked grin. "You'll never be cleaner."

"Why?" Lois Lane's voice was soft, a touch of despair in her tone.

Blaze bent over, staring into the reporter's eyes.

"Because the opportunity presented itself. I've reached that stage in my life-cycle you see? I needed to find somewhere to lay my eggs. The other women I've drawn here...they had the physical ability to host my spawn, but none of them had the strength of spirit to actually go through with the process. You, though...ah, you are amazing."

The dickgirl pressed forward and kissed Lois very gently on the mouth.

The reporter's nails dug into her palms. Six or seven hours wasn't long...and a part of her knew she should get over to S.T.A.R. Labs, find some way to have these things removed. But curiosity propelled her to ask:

"These other women...what happened to them?"