The Belly Won't Go Down

Lois expected the cum to flow out of her ass. For her bloated belly to shrink down as the jizz stuffing her intestines was released. Yet after a terrified moment, Lois Lane touched her aching, distended abdomen...and realized that it wasn't shrinking.

The reporter turned off the faucet, the cum in the burst pipe slowing to a sticky drizzle, and then stopping entirely. Her hands explored her tender, painfully overstuffed gut. It gave beneath her fingers, like a waterbed or water balloon. She was painfully full, backed up, like the moment before racing to the toilet during an enema. Yet for some reason, nothing was coming out of her backside.

Bending over to steady herself against the side of the tub, Lois sent an exploring finger to her backdoor. The pucker was sore...and felt a little swollen under her questing fingertips. Puffy, sensitive...but Lois could flex and squeeze her butthole. Feel it move under her fingers. Only it felt like...there was something in there.

Inside of her.

With a sigh, Lois dipped her fingers into the tubful of jizz and brought the now-lubricated fingers up to her pour, abused anus. There was nothing else for it. She was going to have to go in.

It surprisingly didn't feel bad, sticking a finger in her ass. Lois was sure that after her little anal extravaganza, she'd be sore as anything back there, but her insides were still tight and wet, and while her sphincter was a bit sore and puffy, there didn't seem to be anything sore on the inside, which was a good thing.

The tip of the reporter's finger hit something hard. It was rough to the touch, and the reporter, knuckle deep in her bumhole, probed around gingerly. Whatever it was, it was hard, filled the entirety of her colon from wall to wall...and, Lois became more and more sure, was plugging up her guts, preventing any of the accumulated jizz from leaking out.

Which, given that she looked at least four months pregnant, was a major problem.

"Dangit," Lois whispered as she took the finger out of her ass. She stepped out of the tub to wash her hand in the sink, her other hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly. "What am I going to do?"