Congratulations!

Pink balloons exploded on the screen. A woman appeared on the screen...oddly familiar...and Lois realized she was looking into her own face, her own eyes but...nude...and her skin had a kind of glow about it.

A deepfake? The thought flashed across the reporter's mind...but then her own voice came out of the speakers a the other-Lois on the screen started to speak.

"Congratulations! You're now pregnant with your first black baby! Did you enjoy taking that long, hard black cock? I'll bet you did! I bet you're getting wet thinking about it right now!"

Lois felt her face flushed. Her pussy did feel wet, but she couldn't tell if that was because of the load she'd just taken or if it was a fresh wave of sexual excitement.

"Over the next forty weeks I'm sure you'll think back to the moment you were seeded again...and again...and again..."

At each "again" a smaller screen popped up, floating around the naked other-Lois. The reporter blushed harder a she recognized the camera shots of her own pussy getting plowed, John Henry Irons' chocolate cock splitting her pussy wide pen as it thrust deep inside of her.

Lois struggled against a sudden urge to touch herself, and focused on the other-Lois on screen—only to realize with a shock that the deepfake had changed. The breasts were a little more prominent, the nipples a shade darker, the hair a little longer, and her belly...Lois swallowed. It was at that stage where you wouldn't ask a woman if he was pregnant, but you would think it hard. Just a little potbelly, maybe, the kind of soft rise of just a couple inches that you could just cradle...which the other-Lois did, resting her hand right above the pubis.

"Does it make you hot, being pregnant? I bet you want to fuck some more black cocks. I bet you wish there was a way for you to feel the joy of getting impregnated again and again." The other-Lois on the screen rubbed her belly, semen running down her legs. The real Lois understood what she was talking about. Even just sitting here, thinking she might have been knocked up...there was a thrill to it. Something she'd never dared before. Something irrevocable.

"Tell me. Do you want to get knocked up by big, black cocks again?"

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"Yes." Lois heard the word come out of her mouth before she realized she was speaking. But part of her knew that didn't make it any less true.

"That's good..." The other-Lois on screen was visibly pregnant now, belly bulging, back leaning out a little, nipples dark and swollen on her bloated tits, which were straining down to rest on the rising abdomen. "...because we think you qualify for our SUPERBREEEDER program. If you want to know more, say yes now."

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