End: A Very Rapid Pregnancy

The cramp knocked the breath out of Lois Lane. A sudden, terrible convulsion as every muscle in her abdomen seemed to compress at once. The naked reporter half-folded herself about her waist, sucked in air, waited for the pain to pass—then she felt it. An unwelcome pressure. Like the worst pregnancy bloating of her life. Lois rolled over onto her side, eyes squeezed tight. Her hands went to her abdomen.

Only to find a hard lump where once was a flat stomach. A small pooch that grew steadily as the pressure inside of her increased.

Above in the observation room, Lex Luthor smiled.

"See? The uterus is expanding. But that's not all. Her mass is increasing. Her Kryptonian anatomy is literally converting energy into new elements, rebuilding her body on the fly to handle the sudden pregnancy."

His voice was triumphant. Mercy Graves squirmed.

"That looks...painful."

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Like getting your ears pieced. No nice way to do it. But look here," the bald man tapped the image of Lois Lane's brain. "Pain triggers endorphin response. Like getting a piercing or tattoo. In a moment, it should hit Lois and..."

"Aaah!" The reporter gasped as a wave of pleasure ripped through her body. She rolled onto her back, one hand plunged to touch her pussy as another grasped her sensitive tit. The pressure was still there, her abdomen continued to grow, moment by moment as the light from the scintillant Jewel Kryptonite played over her body. She could feel other changes too. The soft, palmable breast-flesh pushed against her hand as her tit began to grow to feed her coming child. Her hips widened, and her small, pert derriere filled out. Weird pains and pressures wracked her body as the increased weight put odd strains on her back, spine, bladder...her ankles swelled for a moment and then subsided, a wave of intense nausea hit her, bile at the back of her throat, and then retreated as her stomach surged out into a taut little dome.

Yet even in her bliss and agony, Lois could still hear those voices in her head. They still spoke...and she hoarsely whispered their conversation.

"It's working...she's incarnating. The host is strong. Conditions are perfect. We should go now. Why wait? We don't know how long the connection will last. See, it's slowing down. All the other changes. Not enough energy. This is it. I hope this bitch doesn't mind triplets..."

There was a surge in Lex Luthor's instruments. Lois Lane simply opened her mouth and howled as her womb glowed bright, two more Kryptonians surged into her womb...and her body seemed to explode. Her abdomen pushed forward until it looked like she'd swallowed a basketball, and then a watermelon. Her once petite breasts sagged and surged into massive milkbags that came to rest on her gravid belly. Lois struggled to breathe as her growing womb pushed her internal organs out of the way.

There was a sharp crack as her hips widened, the bone and muscle re-knitting itself almost as fast as it tore itself apart. Her thin thighs thickened and her trim figure padded out. Lois grit her teeth as her hands roamed over her immensely pregnant body. She couldn't see all of herself, but knew she had to be near the end of the third trimester with triplets...she could feel the babies squirm within.

Which is when the Jewel Kryptonite returned to its lead sheath...and the growth stopped.

Lois Lane collapsed, her immense gravid gut wobbled above her. Drops of milk leaked from dark, thick nipples. Her body twitched and quivered as if in the aftermath of ****...or the most intense orgasm of her life.

"Don't worry Lois," Luthor said. "Medical team is on the way. You did well."

The reporter managed the energy to raise one finger toward the ceiling...and then collapsed as the men and women in medical scrubs emerged into the room and lifted her into a portable medical bed. IVs were put in place, cold cloth wiped the sweat from her brow and her leaking breasts. She was whisked away in a cloud of disinfectant.

"Mr. Luthor...why did you stop the process there?" Mercy Graves asked, as she tracked Lois Lane's progress toward her new home in the medical ward, where she would spend the last week or two of her pregnancy. "She was going to give birth."

"Precisely. And she will, on my terms," Luthor said smugly. "What those three Kryptonians did not know is that they used far more energy to modify Lois Lane's body for the pregnancy than they guessed. They wished to come out fully-formed, as adults. That might have killed them. Instead, I've trapped them inside her partially-formed. They will gestate as normal children, and when they are born, their memories of their old lives will fade...leaving me with three newborn, perfectly moldable Kryptonians of my own to raise."

Mercy Graves smiled, awed as ever at her boss's brilliance. Then she frowned again.

"What about Lois Lane?"

Luthor grinned. "When she's recovered, we'll see what else she can find for us in the Phantom Zone. Who knows how many Kryptonians were sent there over the centuries? Lois Lane may just be the key to an army of Kryptonians...and she will give birth to them all!"

Mercy Graves gave a **** laugh...but in her cold heart, even she felt for Lois Lane, as only a woman can feel for another woman. For though she did not know it yet, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had just been reduced to a breeding sow in Lex Luthor's pet project. All because of the choices she had made on her night out.