Up To Her Shoulder

A younger Lois Lane had taken courses in human anatomy. She remembered the diagrams of the colon, the almost u-bend it made a few inches into the body. A few times watching porn on the internet, she had seen massive insertions, but the hard facts of anatomy meant that most people couldn't handle an entire forearm shoved up their ass. It just wasn't physically possible. If something didn't tear, it couldn't make it past the bend.

Which made it all the more strange and terrible when the reporter felt the rough, bony patch of Blaze's elbow scrape past the rim of her anus.

Lois wanted to vomit. To scream. She had never felt anything like this. There was no resistance inside her to the shemale demon's penetration. Her asshole was stretched like a taut rubber band around the invading arm, but if anything her muscles seemed to be trying to suck Blaze deeper in...and the muscles themselves felt weird.

For the first time, Lois realized she couldn't feel the burning sensation that had been crawling from one end of her to the other. The numbness and pressure within her were subsiding too, so she could feel the warm, hard length of Blaze's arm behind her belly button, even though she knew that was impossible. What he didn't feel was...anything else. No gassy stomach, no gurgling...she wasn't hungry, either, exactly, although there was a feeling of emptiness that seemed to reach from her throat in a straight line down to the spot the demon's fist was driving for.

"I wish you could feel this," Blaze hissed. "All the little tentacles inside you, massaging me, the retracting muscles drawing me in...you must feel those, eh? If I spread you open, I bet it would look like a sea anemone now...and that's what you've got, instead of a digestive system. One long fuckhole from one end to the other..."

Blaze pressed forward, and Lois gasped. She had never cum from anal sex, not on its own. A little stimulation of the anus was nice, but this, this was...just beyond her experience. The reporter could feel her hole widening as Blaze's bicep began to press through, and she could feel the arm pressing down against her vaginal canal as it slid past...until the gigantic lump of the demon's fist hovered between her lungs, and it felt Lois' heart was pounding right against the intruder.

The demon rested her cheek on Lois' lower back, and began to rotate her arm a little...and the reporter could feel it, the whole motion of Blaze's upper arm rotating from the shoulder, moving around inside her...and it should have hurt, it should have been impossible for Lois to even survive such a penetration...yet at this point, the only thing she wondered was if the demon was done.