Two Fingers, Three Fingers, Four...

The demon was slow. Methodical. Lois could feel the eggs moving through her intestinal tract, faster than they should have. Bigger than they should be. Yet her focus was on her ass, Blaze's lubed-up fingers carefully stretching her hole wider and wider, never letting it close, not even for a moment.

Head down on the bed. Ass in the air. Four fingers were in the reporter's ass, in addition to the demon's cock. Lois **** herself to breathe, even though her heart raced. She could feel the demon's knuckles press against the rim of her asshole. It was like nothing she had experienced before...and yet, the reporter knew it was not without purpose. The eggs were going to be bigger.

"Your body is capable of so much more than you know," the demon said. Her hand held the reporter's ass open wide as the cock scraped against the bottom. "The human asshole can expand to four inches in diameter!"

"How am I doing?" Lois managed, if only to distract herself.

"Maybe three inches. Does it hurt?"

"It's not really...painful," the reporter said. "Just...God, my ass...I can actually feel your hand inside my ass. Hard to believe."

"Why? People get fisted in the ass everyday," Blaze slipped her dick out, and the reporter sighed for a moment...and then she felt a lube-slick finger press against the bottom of her anus. The demon was bringing her other hand to bear.

"Pornstars," Lois grunted as the fifth finger, far thinner but more agile than Blaze's dick, wiggled inside of her. "Sex workers. Sluts."

"Who knows?" The demon mused as she pulled gently at the reporter's taut anal ring. "Perhaps you'll like it. Work it into your masturbation sessions. It isn't that difficult, once you realize you can do it."

"S-somehow," the reporter managed. "I d-don't see myself fisting my own asshole."

"A pity," Angelica Blaze said, and Lois suddenly realized that something back there had changed. "It's such a fistable ass."