A Cavern of Pregnant Women

Hand in hand, they plunged through the liquid semen. Lois struggled, unable to float in the syrupy jizz, but the current carried them along, and her feet could find a bit of purchase on the bottom, enough to keep moving forward to keep her free hand on the ceiling...and when they broke free into an open space she surfaced again, sucking in air...and then remembering to pull Angelica up after her.

Lois Land had about half a breath to realize something was wrong before they plunged over the edge.

The reporter had seen things in her life that most people couldn't imagine. Alien invasions. Demons from hell. Demigods foiling bank robbers. Mad scientists twisting the laws of physics to their whim. Amazon princesses with no sense of personal space. She had shown Starfire how to use a bidet, and given Superboy his first condom. Yet never in her life did she ever think she would see a ten-foot cumfall, hundreds of gallons of creamy white splooge pouring forth from the tunnel into the open air.

They hit the pool beneath with a splash, and for a moment Lois Lane didn't know which way was up. The heavy, sticky liquid dragged against her, and she felt herself being drawn down...

So this is how I die, the reporter thought as darkness closed in. Drowning in spunk. Honestly, I didn't see it coming. Oh God, cumming...Clark would have been mortified at that one...

Hands closed on her arms. Lois felt herself being dragged up and backwards. Her lungs burned, but eventually her feet hit a solid floor, and she could push back, help herself up.

For the second time in the last six minutes, Lois sucked in air. Even though it tasted like rancid cheese, she sucked it in greedily.

They deposited her on the bank, her ankles still in the warm jizz-pool. Lois scraped the cum out of her eyes.

It was a larger cavern than the one she had just left, maybe a hundred feet wide and eight feet long, arching to a high vault some forty or fifty feet overhead, but aside from the tunnel there were no obvious entrances. Four naked women were there, and Lois recognized them, even though their hair was matted and skin crusted here and there with dried jizz. Jenny Dunlap. Diana Reynolds. Mara de la Cruz. Tonya Wong. Beside her, Angelica sputtered, coughing baby batter out of her lungs.

The air was warm and moist. Like a steam bath. The light in the cavern came from a phosphorescent fungus, high up on the walls. There was no furniture or other man-made structure.

All of the women had slightly protruding bellies. Not so much that you would notice, unless you were looking for it, but Lois couldn't help but stare.

"Yes, we're pregnant," Jenny Dunlap said. "And chances are, so are you."