End: A Sorority

The tequila had flowed like amber rivers. A haze of cannabis smoke stained the ceiling of the party house. Panties hung from the blades of overhead fans. The permanent marker that had been passed around to tally on the bodies of the Kappa Upsilon Mu sorority when each young man had left his mark had run dry. Drunken, soft bodies lay about the house, sleeping off hangovers, as their fertile business conducted itself.

Supermom arrived, her amulet buzzing. The leader of the fraternity was in the kitchen, naked, sperm dripping down her legs, making coffee. She stared bleary-eyed at the raven-haired figure in her strange costume, the bulging belly as ominous as a look at the future.

"You're pregnant," Lois said.

The hungover sorority girl blinked.

"I can take care of that for you. Quick and painless," the heroine repeated.

Dimly, the offer was registered in the naked co-ed's brain. She turned toward Supermom, wondering if someone had slipped her some LSD last night and this was some hallucination from her subconscious, telling her to get an abortion.

"Okay," the young woman licked her lips. "How much?"

Supermom smiled sadly, stepped forward, touched her fingertips lightly toward the soft, flat stomach. The flesh seemed to ripple. The reporter's own abdomen swelled, almost imperceptibly.

"It's done," Lois said.

The sorority girl blinked. "That's it? I'm not pregnant anymore?"

"That's it," Lois said. The pregnant hero turned her head, sensing other unwanted pregnancies in the house. "Do you think you..."

"BITCHES WAKE UP!" The sorority girl yelled, with a voice that would have brought a tear to the eye of any drill sergeant in the U. S. Army. Lois helped herself to a cup of coffee as, with amazing alacrity, the entire sorority in all of its varied states of undress and inebriation was lined up in the living room.

"Alright! Sisters, we have a superhero in the house. She's here to take care of any and all unwanted pregnancies. Anyone that wants to opt out and be a knocked-up slut on campus, fall out now."

None of them moved. The naked leader of the sorority nodded to Lois. "All yours, Supermom!"

Lois Lane went down the row. Each touch brought a small gasp from the young woman...and Lois could read in their faces a sudden sense of relief.

This is how it should be, Lois thought as her midsection tightened and strained, no regrets, no pain, no paperwork. Just women helping women.

The amulet buzzed as her costume moved to accommodate her growing girth, her womb expanding to welcome the newly-conceived zygotes in with the rest. Lois could actually feel her powers expand, like a jellyfish spreading its tentacles, her awareness grew. It could take hours or even days for a sperm to fertilize an egg, for an egg to implant. Many of these young ladies had only been inseminated tonight, even if they were ovulating they weren't yet pregnant...

...but it only took the slightest push for Lois to make it so. To quicken the joining of sperm and egg, just moments before she took the new life-to-be inside of her own burgeoning womb. With each pregnancy she added, a thrill ran through Lois Lane's spine. The tightness of her expanding womb...the pressure on her bladder and muscles as the energy poured forth from the amulet to fuel her growth...her muscles strengthening so that even as her stomach slid out further and further in front of her Lois could keep moving down the line.

By the time she reached the end, Lois didn't even need to touch them with her hand. Her stomach stood out at least three feet in front of her, and the barest brush with her massive bump was sufficient contact for her to grab the unwanted pregnancy and add it to her own. Lois could barely contain a soft moan as she grew bigger and bigger, the power flooding her body, wiping away the hours of exhaustion. It was...addictive.

When, at last, Supermom had cleared the whole sorority, she looked like the fertility statue come to life. Back bent as her massive stomach jutted out in front of her, sphere-like. Her breasts, once so petite and perky, had become enormously swollen, carried on the mass of her jutting belly, each as large as the abdomen of a normal woman full-term with triplets. Supermom's costume had altered to match...the golden armor protecting her stomach melted away so that the bare pink flesh, taut and invulnerable, could caress them directly. Supermom's boots had disappeared, as she had no need to walk upon the ground, hovering silently a few inches above the floor.

Then the head of the sorority had a surprise for Lois. Several worried-looking young women at the door.

"I, uh, called some friends. I hope you don't mind..."

Supermom smiled at these latest offerings. She could sense the lives within...and the stress, the worry, the sleepless nights, the terrible dark thoughts about how they would end the pregnancies.

"Of course. Let's just...do this outside. While I can fit through the doors." Lois said.

Their friends called friends. The sun had risen over Metropolis by the time the last of them had arrived. Some went away tearful with thanks, others just...left. One or two hung around, eyes wide, watching Lois with fervent eyes. The reporter could taste the desire in them, the throbbing pulse of their pussies clenching as they imagined what it was like to be her. With but a thought, Lois could push their ovaries to release their eggs...adjust their bodies to prepare for pregnancy...it took some effort to restrain herself. These women did not necessarily wish to be pregnant, but the idea of pregnancy...the fascination with it...consumed them, and here Lois was, almost a fertility goddess in their eyes.

One of them timidly walked up and touched the Supermom's abdomen. Even with both hands together, the young woman couldn't cover the stretched-out navel, which was now as wide as a dinner plate. Lois could hear the flutter of her heartbeat, the intense desire to serve, even though her womb was empty. Lois Lane's own hands rested on her breasts as she enjoyed the belly rub, the way the young woman hugged her massive abdomen and pushed her face against the huge gravid orb, shaking with sexual desire.

Yet there were still more lives to save...and with all the power she held, so too came new awareness. There were other wrong that needed to be righted...injustices that had to be answered.

"This looks like a job for Supermom," she whispered as she rose into the sky, the young woman sliding away. The sorority waved to her as the massive sphere, more womb than woman, floated into the sky.

The adventures of Supermom had just begun...and the world would never be the same.