Uterine Contractions

A sudden tremor ran through Lois, a sort of cramp that almost made her want to fold in two. The discomfort in her gut was increasing, and there was a high pitched whine as though the motors of the gigantic dildo were powering up again. The reporter shifted uncomfortably in her seat, rubbing her stomach.

What the hell was that? Couldn't be a period cramp. The screen flashed pink and Lois could see that the model on it was different now. Sweaty, tired, spent, holding a gigantic sex toy in her arm like arms, but Lois couldn't make out her pussy before the screen flashed pink again. The old German woman's voice continued on.

"...ze **** cause ze uterus to ripen, ze cervix beginning to dilate with each contraction. Often, zis is done to assist with a difficult birth, but when access to ze womb is necessary for other reasons, zey may be applied as well. In zis case, as no baby is pressing against ze cervix to help loosen and expand it, some artificial aid is required..."

Eyes wide, Lois could make out her belly against the string. Pink lights flashed over the smooth flesh, distended slightly where the massive sex toy was lodged deep inside of her, the reporter's labia taut around the massive, flared base. A suspicion was forming in her mind...and then the next cramp took her.

The reporter winced, gripping at the chair, fingers biting into the cushion. She hissed through her teeth, counting the seconds until it passed...and the painful pressure was constant now, the gigantic artificial cock pressing directly against her cervix. Lois wondered how wide it was now. It felt like she was giving birth, only backwards...and Lois' stomach fluttered.

Surprise registered, and the reporter felt herself sweating harder, but it was as if the revelation were some distant thing. Lois felt surprisingly numb to the idea, resistance half-hearted. On the screen, a woman held her pussy open with both hands, looking as though she had just given birth, the dark purple of the cervix like a meat donut clearly visible.

The mechanical whine increased, almost imperceptibly...and Lois felt something shift inside of her. Watching the base of the gigantic dildo very carefully, she could see...and feel...as it slipped just a little further inside her overstuffed cunt.

Pink light played over her distended snatch, and now Lois knew that the inflatable prick was battering against her womb, **** softening her cervix, forcing the normally inviolable internal barrier to weaken and open up...and it hurt. The reporter bit her lip, unable to even really express her frustration at the slow violation, feeling the next contraction coming on, her body betraying her as it sought to open up wider to accept the intruder.

Why? Lois' eyes were glued to the screen, where a tiny young woman lay beside a gigantic cock, her formerly tight pussy stretched past all recognition. What is all this for?

As if in reply, the old German woman's dry voice crackled back into life...

"...gynecologists may need to access ze uterus for several procedures, including artificial insemination und surgical modification of ze womb itself, either to address anatomical issues limiting fertility or to permanently render a woman infertile..."

The reporter struggled to breath as the next contraction hit, but tried to focus on the words. Permanent was something she had been afraid of for some minutes, but the idea of fertile or infertile... something registered as another pink screen flashed, as the contraction slowly eased, as the massive dildo slipped that thousandth of an inch deeper inside of her. She could just imagine the hard black mass slowly forcing the softening cervix open, there was a kind of inevitability to it now. Fertile...infertile...Lois wondered. What are they going for? What would I prefer?