Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Happen Next?

The Cock-Plant Continues To Grow

Lois was about to asked what Ivy meant—and then she felt it. The pressure increasing on her vaginal walls. The tip of the cock-plant pushing up, into her belly. She looked down and could see the skin of her stomach distend a little bit. reached down and touched it, feeling the hard rind of the cock-plant through her skin.

"Oh god," the reporter said, wincing as a painful pressure hit the deepest part of her. "It's hitting my cervix."

Ivy grinned. She was leering at the reporter, eyes locked on the bulbous fruit slowly spreading Lois Lane's cunt, working her own cock-plants in and out of her holes with messy slopping sounds.

"Peach blossom...your cervix isn't going to stop it."

Lois stared at her...and then she felt it. A small, piercing pain inside of her. The pressure inside of her was mounting, but it seemed to be mostly swelling outwards, the smooth rind of the cock-plant pushing against the walls of her pussy...but there was definitely a steady pushing on the mouth of her womb.

Rooted to the ground, buttocks touch the soil, Lois instinctively squeezed her pussy as though to crush the growing plant, but it was too hard now, the muscles too stretched out to apply enough ****. She grimaced in growing distress as the tip of the plant pushed against the deepest part of her, wondering if Ivy's words were true—or what would happen if it did. The only time anything had ever slipped inside her uterus was during a trip to the gynecologist, and that had been a small probe...

Lois gasped as it happened. The mounting pressure gave way, first to pain, and then to...a terrible feeling of being open. Something had slipped inside of her uterus, she was sure of that, and it was holding her cervix open, growing into her untouched womb.

The reporter's heart raced as the plant swelled within her, stretching her far past all limits. The bulge in her stomach grew, and she could feel her pussy being spread wider and wider, slowly but surely. As stimulating as the growth was, discomfort was growing too; Lois knew it was entirely possible to have too much of a good thing, and she was beginning to worry about permanent damage.

"How-how big is it going to get?" She asked.