Show Me

Curiosity compelled the words from Lois Lane's lips. It had always been her one most defining trait. Libidi sciendi: the desire to know. In another life she would have been a detective, a scientist, an astronomer...but here and now, first and foremost, she was a reporter.

A cock-headed tentacle tightened around the reporter's throat. Others slid over her naked limbs, around her thighs, down the crack of her ass...but not inside of her. Not yet. Slow but inexorable strength lifted Lois Lane off the ground, and began to compress her body. To fold her up, knees to chest, arms wrapped around her shins. Blaze seemed to be all around her now, but Lois could still hear her voice.

"You will see them, Lois. You will know what they know, feel what they feel. It is so...liberating...once you know your purpose."

"My purpose?" Lois murmured, but there was no answer. She felt her body being drawn into that vast, toothy orifice, the teeth sliding over her skin without a scratch...feeling millions of tiny tentacles like hairs grab ahold of her, pulling her deeper in. The folds of flesh closed over her, and Lois was alone inside the great, warm tunnel.

It stank of fish and piss. The air was humid, warm, and the taste of it got into her lungs. The gripping hairs pulled her farther and farther in, the tunnel pulsing slowly, and Lois felt wet heat run down her head and back as the walls began to leak... She closed her eyes against the stinging fluid, breathing shallowly...dark and warm and wet, closed in by walls of flesh, and Lois had to fight to stay awake...

A memory flashed inside of her, something long forgotten, buried by the mundane experiences of life and years. She had been somewhere like this before, same and secure, warm and dark...the outside world had been far away. Then there had been...a change...

The walls shuddered, tight around Lois Lane, pulling her forward. She tried to struggle and fight...didn't want to leave... Fluid, viscous and hot, was filling the space, and she gulped down the air, struggling to keep her nose above the rising juices...and when that failed, she held on as long as she could, until the air burned her lungs, wondering if this was it, this was the moment when she would die...

Something sharp stabbed into her abdomen...and the burning pressure in her lungs eased. She burped, once, stale air expelled, and then she just...was. Not breathing, not hurting.

Am I dead? She wondered, suddenly buoyant in the fluid-filled cavity. What is happening to me?

This is where you were made. The voice...it wasn't a voice, not as Lois understood it. Nothing came to her ears. It echoed in her head, and Lois immediately thought of it as her mother's voice...though it wasn't. Her mother had been dead for years, and it was sometimes difficult to remember what she had sounded like, but this wasn't it. Yet, when it spoke...

This is where you will be remade. Lois heard the voice, and a kind of itch was spreading from the point of pain in her abdomen. She reached down and felt something embedded there, right inside her belly button, a kind of cable sinking into the flesh. The itch was spreading, and Lois probed her stomach gingerly, feeling unfamiliar things moving beneath the skin.

Lois tried to summon some terror...anger...anything...but the darkness seemed to be closing in. Like late at night, when you close your eyes and for a moment forget what it is like to see. The world was shrinking, so that it was just Lois, floating in this strange chamber, this thing growing inside of her...

Is this what those other women experienced? She wondered. Darkness, sensory deprivation, and...change.

It is what every creature experiences. The mother's voice came again. Once, when you were born. And now...as you are reborn. See...experience...know...

Lois Lane opened her eyes. Except they were not her eyes. She stood in a vast, dark space. There were women there, naked except for the red stripes and whorls they had painted on their bodies. The youngest looked to be teenagers, their limbs clean and strong, while they oldest were grey-haired, breasts full yet sagging, skin wrinkled, hands gnarled...

All of their bellies, however, were taut and swollen.

They had worked for this. Lois felt her own hand brush against her distended abdomen, recalling the communal orgy in the spring, timing the births for the harvest when food would be plentiful... Now they gave thanks to her, who had wrought the changes. The mothers, the cult of women, bowing down before the mother of all. Lois walked down the line, trepidation building in each step. One of the old women was talking, describing her first time, barren and childless she had been cast out...how she had come to the First Place, and saw the holiest of holies, the flesh of all flesh, and been reborn...renewed...remade...young again, fertile, a vessel and extension of the mother of all...

Lois stared down what she took at first to be the entrance to another cavern, but then she saw the stone stopped, and it was a massive, leathery cunt...lined with teeth. Mouth and mons joined together, and now the old women were pushing her forward, not as sacrifice but urging her to experience it...she closed her eyes as they **** her head into the gaping, welcoming pussy of Ishniggarib...

They found her there, Lois realized, coming back to herself. Down in the earth, in the dark. One of them entered her and came back...changed. Filled with purpose. How could we have forgotten?

The itching had spread. Lois could feel it in her nipples, beneath the planes of her face, around her eyes, down between her legs. She knew that her body was continually rebuilding itself, cell replacing cell, growing and changing throughout her life—now she could feel it, spreading like a cancer through her. No...not cancer. Cancer was unnatural, life unchecked, broken. This felt like...puberty. Coming of age. Her body was responding as it should, ancient biological mechanisms activated, long-dormant DNA sequences finally put to their required purpose.

For a moment, Lois saw herself as a single cell, being reprogrammed for its function...and saw herself as one among many. women floating in strange amber spheres of flesh, long rows of them, part of some incalculably large biological organism. The nearest orbs to her own...she could see through the taut, translucent flesh, and there were the missing women...being remade, reshaped, just as Lois was...and as she stared, she had the feeling of being stared at, being seen, and knew that they could see her too.

Do you know it? The mother's voice asked as Lois' awareness shifted back into herself, the microcosm in the macrocosm. Even as her cells were being changed, she was just one cell among millions...billions...all in the process of becoming.

What is your purpose? The voice was gentle, coaxing, the infinite patience of a mother asking Lois to find the answer for herself. To make it real by saying it.

In her own mind, in the dark mother's womb, Lois told her.