Try To Break The Seal

Lois Lane rubbed her cum-filled stomach. She didn't want to go to the emergency room unless absolutely necessary. If the plug was only dried cum—which seemed reasonable—all she should have to do was soften it up a little and then break it. That would probably make an awful mess, but it was better than trying to explain to an emergency medical technician why her ass was gaping and belly bulging...

Solvents, Lois thought. She checked under the sink. There was a half-gallon of bleach—probably not a good idea to put that into her body—and a bottle of rubbing ****, but that was toxic if ingested too. So that left...what?

The big-bellied reporter moved from the bathroom into the kitchen. There was a quart bottle of vinegar that she kept for cleaning things...and an emergency bottle of vodka in the freezer. Lois figured that together, the acid and **** should definitely loosen up the clog in her pipes, so she brought them both back into the bathroom.

Her ass was sore. She could still feel it between her cheeks, sensitive and puffy. Fortunately, she had a clean enema bulb...the reporter sat on the toilet, pouring the vinegar and vodka together into a bucket. Experimentally she flexed her anal muscles. The sphincter seemed to still be working, the clog was deeper within. Which, of course, meant she'd have to inject quite a bit into her sore bum if she wanted to soften up the plug.

Lois Lane rankled her nose at the vinegar smell as she brought the enema bulb down and sucked up the first portion of her strange potion. She put a little clear lube on the tip of the bulb, just to make inserting it easier...not that she needed to, as it turned out. The hard plastic tip slid into her asshole with worrying ease, and when she squeezed the bulb, the sensation was...like adding a drop to the ocean. Nothing like the familiar sensation of needing immediately to go to the bathroom.

Squeezing her butt tightly, she withdrew the bulb—the tip was unsurprisingly clean—and returned to the bucket for more. With the second dose, Lois felt the pressure start to build in her colon; the vinegar was burning at the little sore spots her anal-fest in the tub had left in her backside. However, with the second dose she also felt the vodka beginning to hit, the integument quickly absorbing some of the asshole. She felt pleasantly tipsy, body heating up, the whole situation making her grin. The reporter dipped the bulb back into the bucket. It probably wasn't safe to do more than another one or two, or she'd get **** poisoning.

Four bulb-fulls proved to be Lois Lane's limit. She could feel her asshole start to strain, the pressure on her insides growing. The inevitable need to void herself...but it didn't feel like the plug itself had dissolved. Softened, maybe, but she'd still need to break through it...and for that, Lois Lane needed a tool. As the vinegar and vodka burned away in her overpacked asshole, one hand resting on her aching belly, the half-**** reporter looked around the bathroom to see what she had to break up the clog...