End: It's A Delivery Man, Baby

There was the buzz from the doorman. The reporter waited by her front door, robe cinched around her stomach, just a hint of her well-trummed bush showing, and a lot of cleavage. The heels were impractical, but added to her height, showed off her calves...and made her protuberant stomach stick out even more.

The gravid idol seemed to radiate with approval...and Lois Lane was awash in feeling so full, so fertile, so...sexy. Almost drunk on her horny eagerness.

When the door opened, Lois didn't even bother to check who it was, just pulled it open.

The delivery driver was a tall, lean Black man, wearing a basketball jersey and baggy sweat pants slung low over his hips, a stipple of black tattoos on his bare, athletic shoulders. Two bags of Chinese food filled his hands, but that wasn't what caught the reporter's eye...it was the distinctive bulge in his pants, the way his eyes dropped and fixed on her tits and distended abdomen.

Jackpot, Lois thought.

"Oh dear...could you bring them in and set them on the table? The doctor told me I shouldn't lift much in this condition..." She said, batting her eyes, leaning back to press her stomach out even more. "I'll give you an extra tip.

"Uh...yeah! Of course ma'am. Happy to help..." His voice was a deep baritone.

As he stepped in, Lois shut the door. Behind his back, she uncinched the robe and let it slip to the floor. Her hunger was palpable now...stomach rumbling...and as the Black man turned around, Lois was there, pressing her belly into his abs, her hands pulling down his shorts.

The stiff cock slapped against her lower belly.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, smiling sweetly. "Cravings, you know?"

Without waiting for permission, Lois dropped into a wide squat, her stomach jutting out as she buried her face in his pubes, drinking in his scent. The delivery man grabbed the table, ass pressing against it, hissing as the reporter's mouth worked its way down his brown shaft, getting it good and wet.

She peeled back his foreskin with her hands...and then it was in her mouth, head bobbing, pussy burning. Her cheeks hollowed out as she slurped on his prick, the taste of him filling her brain...a bit of ammonia, sweat, clean skin...and she looked up as her tongue played with his piss slit, meeting his eyes.

Lois had barely any warning when he came.

His balls tightened, his face seemed to contract as he went cross-eyed, and a warm, salty, bitter flavor filled the reporter's mouth. Lois Lane had tasted cum before, mostly in her younger days when she was less afraid of getting pregnant and more willing to experiment. She hadn't ever liked it, preferring to spit rather than swallow...yet she could almost feel the gaze of the idol on her, the expectation. The words almost filled her brain, clear as day:

THOU MUST EAT SEED.

Lois Lane swallowed. Her hands rubbed over her swollen stomach, swollen with life, by the strange miracle of her offering to the idol...and things slid out of her mind. The worries and concerns of her night out, her astonishment at being pregnant, the nature of her transformation. The idol, which had already changed her body so much, sank its hooks deeper into her mind. The more Lois obeyed it, the more it changed her...and the more it changed her, the less the reporter wanted to disobey.

With a pant, Lois licked the last bit of seed clean from the delivery-man's cock. Her stood there, stunned, cock deflated, defeated...and more mundane hungers took over. With a grunt, the gravid reporter **** herself back to a standing position, not even bothering to retrieve her robe as she paid him. With a funny, weak-kneed walk, he shuffled out the door, pulling his pants up...and Lois Lane sat down to her feast.

The gravid idol approved. The more Lois ate, the more mass it had to work with...to speed the life within her along to its fruition. As Lois dug into the boxes of fried rice and chow mein, she was already thinking of what else she could offer to this idol...

Lois Lane's night out had ended, but her worship of this primal goddess-figure had just begun.

In her lair, the demon Blaze smiled to herself, pleased that Lois had picked up the dark idol that had been laid in her path. The reporter's own curiosity had been turned against her, and the demon couldn't wait to see what happened next...

...but that is another story.