Starros

"There was this alien conqueror from space a couple years ago. Looks like a purple starfish with an eye in the middle." Maria wiggled her fingers in Lois bumhole, and gave a small excited noise as the tip of her pinky slipped in.

The reporter tried not to clench. She had never been stretched out this much before. It felt like her asshole would never be the same again.

"Starro." Lois managed to conjure the name and spit it out, as the barmaid began to exert a gentle strength against her asshole once again.

It was like shitting a hand, only backwards. As the knuckles brushed the rim of the report's anus, she began to feel an uncomfortable sense of fullness...and hoped that was Maria's hand and not something else.

"Right. Anyway, Starro apparently laid a clutch of eggs...and LexCorp got a hold of them, tried to see how to incubate the things. They started off with artificial heaters and fish tanks, then moved up to cows...didn't work. The hatchlings need some kind of a psychic nourishment from the host. Has to be sentient. Deep breath now."

Lois gulped air—and there was a long, unbearable moment as the pressure suddenly increased on her backside. She wanted to scream as her sphincter stretched just over the knuckle of Maria's hand...and then the movement stopped, and cool lube was poured over the burning asshole.

"I'm never going to shit solid again." The reporter muttered.

"Oh honey, just you wait. Some people pay good money for this." Maria bent down and planted a kiss right between Lois' cheeks, high up in the little dip at the end of her spine. An instinctive shiver went up the reporter's spine, and her anus clenched weakly around the invader.

"Anyway," Maria began pushing-and-pulling slightly, working her hand in deeper. "They finally settled on human test subjects. Which works. Totally illegal though. But it's not fatal or anything, as long as you don't leave them in too long, and they were paying good money. Lot of college kids got their first real experience that way, just like you did."

Lois gritted her teeth. Every time Maria pulled, it felt like she was taking half of the reporter with her. Every time the barmaid pushed, Lois could feel her colon stretch uncomfortably.

The worst part was, the young woman's fist was now pushing against Lois' vaginal canal from the inside. A blush burned across the reporter's cheeks, conscious of the stimulation having its effect. She really didn't want to get aroused from being fisted up the ass...but that's what was happening.

"But lately they've been...delaying taking them out. And some of the subjects have disappeared. Like, they came in for the final checkup and then...gone. I don't like it. I think...I think the boss is up to something..."

Lois buried her head in her arms, not wanting Maria to see how the fisting was affecting her...and then remembered that her pussy was on full display.

"Hey." Maria said, voice a little distant. "I think...yeah, I think I can feel something. Pretty sure it's the first one. I'm going to try and take it out, okay."