Spermicide

Inspiration struck Lois as her eyes roamed around the bathroom—and settled on the drawer with her "feminine supplies"—lubricant, tampons, condoms, birth control when she was on it...and a tube of spermicidal jelly.

Clutching her kegel muscles as tight as she could to impede the giant spermatozoa's progress, Lois lurched for the drawer, ripping it bodily out of the sink, spilling the contents. She quickly sorted through assorted dental dams, ribbed and self-lubricated condoms, a bullet vibrator she'd gotten at a bachelorette party, a pregnancy test...and seized on the tube of spermicide with fervor. She had bough tit months ago, never opened it.

The thing inside her, as if sensing her intention, redoubled its efforts. Lois could feel the whip-like tail brush against her sides, almost bruising her pussy lips. Her traitor body continued to heat up in sexual excitement as she fumbled with the tube, twisting off the plastic cap to reveal the foil top, wet fingers slippery, unwilling to spill a drop...

By the time Lois did finally have it open, she could feel a dull, painful thump deep inside of her.

It can't be my cervix. Lois thought, pressing against her lower belly. But her heart sank.

The reporter braced her back against the wall, ass in the air. The tail of the thing was just sticking out of her an inch. She didn't like this position...the thought of gravity helping this thing as it pounded on the door of her womb...but it would also help the spermicide go down, and keep it from spilling out.

Lois brought the bottle of lube up to her lips, careful that the tail wouldn't knock it out of her hand...and tipped it in, thrusting the tube into her pussy and squeezing the plastic container, feeling the cold slime splurt into her...and was rewarded within a few minutes by a frantic thrashing, deep within her belly. Some of her larger partners had hurt her, a little, when they tried to thrust too deep, and this was like that—like being fucked from the inside out. She imagined the spermicide making its way down, the giant tadpole reacting instinctively, trying to fulfill its biological mission...

"Not today." Lois grinned.