Try To Her

A cock, red as blood and a good foot long, jutted forth from the demon's crotch.

It had spikes on it.

Lois Lane clambered backwards on the bed, unaccustomed by the weight and heft of her big belly. Fear shot through her as she saw the bony black spikes that ran down the spine of the scarlet schlong, prepared to rip straight through her pussy. Her thought turned to her unborn child, her mother's soul now oddly, newly bodied. She moved as far away from Blaze as she could.

Too slow.

The demon was on the bed in the blink of an eye, her crimson claws grasping the reporter's knees, forcing her thighs apart. Lois tried to launch herself forward, driving her nails into Blaze's eyes, but her nails skittered across the blank white orbs as though they were made of marble. Blaze ignored her as she languidly positioned the tip of her cock at the entrance to the reporter's pussy.

"Now, mortal cunt," Blaze smiled evilly. "If I cannot have her soul, I will at least have your—what?"

Lois felt something enter her pussy...but it felt different from a cock. Smaller, thinner, deeper. It almost felt like...

"No!" The demon said, suddenly much smaller, much thinner. Lois blinked, sat up, tried to see over the mound of her gravid stomach.

The cock was smaller now, the spikes gone. A thin crimson thread connected them. A familiar-looking rope that extended from the reporter's pussy, which was open wide, out to where the demon's navel should be. As Lois watched, barely able to breathe in this position she saw the taut rope move...slowly pulling Blaze toward her.

Red hands gripped the reporter's legs, no longer to hold them apart, but to hold herself from being sucked into the gaping chasm between the reporter's legs. Every moment she seemed to shrink, losing muscle tone, horns winnowing down into mere bumps, soft babyfat covering the hard lean muscles...until it was a crimson infant, it's feet pushing against the bed, struggling not to be dragged inside.

Perhaps it was whatever power that Ella Lane had used to reincarnate herself in her daughter's womb, not yet spent. Perhaps it was Ella herself, trying to save Lois in the only way she could. Lois, pussy stretched wide, knew that there was only one thing she could do.

With gentle strength, the pregnant reporter pried the little red arms off of her legs. Blaze howled and squirmed as Lois pressed her feet against the gaping pussy. The little toes slipped as they made a last-ditch effort to prevent her own unbirth...and then Lois could feel the tiny body entering her tunnel, the now familiar sensation of the small body being drawn back, back toward her womb.

Her gaping cunt stretched further to accommodate the little red skull, horns reduced to mere bumps...and finally Lois lost her grip unable to maintain the position as the labia closed over the demon's head.

Lois sat back, tracking the progress of the fetus through her birth canal as the reverse-contractions hit her, longer and more painfully than with her mother. Blaze was still fighting, even when she hit the cervix, and Lois screamed as the tiny body twisted and squirmed, trying to claw its way back out, but by then it was too late.

The belly domed huge over Lois Lane, standing over a foot and a half above her sternum, the skin shiny and taut, slick with sweat. Her breasts ached, body accommodating for the new passenger, sagging slowly forward and to the sides. Lois stared at the huge stomach that was all her, barely able to remember the flat abdomen she had come in with not long ago.

"So...I'm pregnant with twins," the reporter said, shaking her head.