Child Psychology Major To Baby Crazy Bimbo

Lois Lane had read Mara de la Cruz's social media profile. Latina, 20 years old, short, a little heavy but with the confidence to wear tight sweaters that showed off her curves. Majoring in child psychology and with an interest in working in child development, teaching, special needs.

Which did not prepare Lois for the blonde dye job, the excessive makeup, and the pink monokini that had a cut-out to showcase Mara's potbelly. The young woman strode across the floor in four-inch pink stiletto heels, dainty as a deer on its hooves, her breasts jiggling and barely constrained by the pink fabric, nipples hard and tenting out.

She had a bottle of Fertile Valley water in both hands, and handed one to Lois, who accepted it without hesitation.

"So!" Mara said. "Tonya says you're a reporter?"

"That's right. Lois Lane, with the Daily Planet."

"And you know who I am," Mara said with a sly smile, her painted lips sparkly with glitter.

"I do," Lois said. "So...Tonya said something about you becoming a surrogate?"

"In a sense," Mara popped open her bottle, and Lois did likewise. "If you've talked to Diana and Tonya, you probably know the basics: after weeks of studying and no social life, I had a night out at the club to have fun. When I was there, I met Angelica Blaze, and had a discussion that changed my perspective on a lot of things—although it was less of a profound reshuffling of priorities than it was a new perspective on some things I've been thinking about for a long time, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself."

Lois took a swig of the water. She was still perspiring freely. The sweat beaded her small breasts, hung in drips off stiff nipples. Every sense seemed to be heightened as she listened to Mara's story, the intelligence apparent in her speech, the way she crafted her thoughts and words..but there was something else. All it took was the right question to figure out what it was.

"It seems a far way from child psychology to sex work. Do you just love babies that much?" Lois asked.

Like that, Mara's eyes opened wide, and she reached down to rub her stomach.

"That's right. You know, I was the first one that Blaze found? Four weeks ago. She had me started on the fertility treatments right away...arranged the insemination. It's too early to tell, but I've already missed my period. I may already be pregnant."

The way she said that last word struck a chord in the reporter's soul. Her own pussy squeezed tight.

"We're biological machines, Miss Lane. Made to breed. Made to get pregnant. It's our purpose," Mara said. "But more than that, we're thinking creatures. We need more to life than just fulfilling some biological need. No, it's not just about the procreation—not just about babies. It's the process that fascinates me. The experience. All the time I was studying in school, thinking about how to help kids, I wasn't thinking, and sublimating my desires—I want to be pregnant. Really pregnant. I want to take advantage of everything that pregnancy means."

Lois swallowed hard. "What...kind of advantages?"

Mara leaned forward and laid her hand on the reporter's knee. Her eyes held a terrible intensity.

"When you're already pregnant, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant," Mara said. "I can fuck anyone I want. However I want. Angelica and I have been planning out the whole arc of my pregnancy...the modeling, first. Then the solo videos. The explicit videos. Then the gangbangs. The birth video. I'll have enough money to give my baby—or babies—a trust fund. Good schools. Tutors. Maybe college."

Lois Lane could almost see the logic of it. Insane as it seemed, Mara seemed otherwise entirely rational. The idea that a woman could "cash in" on a pregnancy seemed utterly bizarre, a recipe for disaster—but Mara de la Cruz was all-in on it.

"You know," Mara said, her hand stroking the reporter's thigh. "It would be even better if I wasn't alone. If I had someone pregnant with me—our videos could play off of each other. Interactive content. Pregnant lesbians...pregnant orgies...imagine what a journalist could do, reporting on the experience from the inside...you might win another Pulitzer..."