Thirteen Titanic Inches

They had started out giggling. The clitoris didn't just group up, Lois could feel the deeper roots of it swell as well, which pushed her labia outward into a distinct puffy mound...and as it passed seven inches, the giggles and smalltalk died away. Maria and Lois stared at the slow swell of dark purple flesh. It didn't grow faster or slower, no matter where Maria pressed the bit of kryptonite.

Eight inches passed...nine. The women stared as if hypnotized by the waving tower of erectile tissue. The base grew thicker, the column of flesh wobbled, the pussy was squeezed out between the reporter's thighs as the mons venus grew into a jutting ridge of flesh that made the great clit seem to grow even taller. The only sound in the room now was their heavy breathing as they watched the long, smooth purple shaft...and then Maria began to speak.

"You can't see it from your side, but on the underside there's...it's like a furrow. Like the flesh is starting to curl over, all along the underside. I can see...I can see it's like it's closing around an invisible hole. Your pussy is just...it's so tight now, I don't think I could get a slip a piece of paper into it, it's completely closed off...you can see the seam where it opened up, but it's just a big fleshy tube now..."

The hazel eyes were fixed on Lois Lane's cock, and Maria moved the chunk of kryptonite along the underside the reporter couldn't see, which made the reporter's thighs and buttocks quiver as the rough edges ran over the supersensitive flesh.

"I think...I think it's like with a hyena. You know how the girl hyenas, they have...these huge clitorises. They're bigger than the boy-hyena's penises. They're just...massive. It's how they show dominance...and...and they use them for sex..."

Maria's entire face was flustered now, and sweat beaded her brow and upper lip, ran down her face in trickles, dripped from her breasts. She held the kryptonite up toward the tip of Lois Lane's foot-long clitoris...monstrous in its immensity...and the young woman got up on wobbly knees.

"I...I'm sorry, I just...the smell...the heat...I have to..."

Lois blinked, the spell broken as Maria took the kryptonite away and brought her sweaty crotch toward the reporter's foot-long clit-dick.