...A Belly

The reporter rubbed a handful of jizz into the son of her flat belly. If she was ovulating at all, then chances are she would conceive in the next few hours. But even if she "took," it would be weeks until she could see her belly start to poke out, evidence of the growing life within. Unless...

Lois smiled wickedly at her idea.

Turning herself over in the tub, the reporter faced her ass toward the faucet, still spitting its apparently endless stream of jizz. On the internet, she had seen women do water enemas, distending their abdomens until they looked a few weeks pregnant. The reporter saw no reason why she shouldn't be able to do the same thing with the endless supply of cum at hand—it was just a question of flexibility and logistics.

Taking a deep breath, the fumes of the tub full of spunk a heady aroma like fresh bleach, making her a little dizzy, Lois Lane reached back with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart as she angled her little hole under the stream of jizz. The fingers crept across her buttocks like spiders, inching toward their target...she would have to be wide open for this to work...and both fingertips touched her soft little virgin pucker at the same time.

Slime drooling down onto her fingers and holes, Lois pressed her fingertips against the sensitive sphincter. She had never done this before, and the sensations were weird and unusual. Instinctive "don't go in the out" warnings flared in her brain, but Lois ignored and denied them, pressing forward slowly, using the babybatter as lube...and slowly **** her fingers in.

The reporter paused, huffing, back and knees aching from the position. It was really difficult to keep balanced like this, but she knew she could do it. Grimacing slightly, she pulled her fingers, stretching her asshole to make it gape a little...and felt, with a sense of elation, the warm stream of cum pour inside of her ass. It was working!

But Lois knew it would take more than this to get the belly she craved.