End: Lois Lane Has The Ladies Rob A Maternity Store

They gained the familiar hallways of the warehouse, heard the distant thumping of the club. The freight elevator took the five naked pregnant women almost to the roof, and from there gaining roof access wasn't difficult. All the time, Lois had to exert her powers to keep the four superpowered women in line, and her forehead burned and throbbed in response...but there was no other option.

Up above, the naked reporter stood with her foot on the ledge as she scanned the nearby buildings...and found what she wanted. There, on a corner barely a block distant, was the darkened storefront of a shop for maternity wear.

Debbie Reynolds flew each of them into the alley behind the store. At Lois Lane's direction, Tonya Wong's lightning took care of a security camera. The handle of the rear door broke off in Mara de la Cruz's hand...and Lois Lane led the way as they raided the dead stock in the back room, the clothing that hadn't sold and probably never would sell, and hopefully wouldn't be missed.

Which is how, nearly half an hour later, five women waddled out of the alley, dressed in ancient 1990s maternity dresses in dayglo colors. Lois frowned as her feet were stuffed in unfamiliar padded shoes designed to take the weight off her ankles, and the bright pink maternity dress seemed to emphasize the curve of her small swollen stomach rather than hide it. The ladies in line beside her were no less outlandish, with their bigger bellies and breasts...but if anyone thought it strange to have five pregnant women walking the streets of Metropolis alone at night, at least no one accosted them.

It was a long trudge back to the reporter's apartment. The women kept wanting to peel off to pee, or have sex in an alley, or talk openly about their exploit, and Lois had to keep using her power all the time. The constant exertion made her head ache more fiercely, two points of genuine pain on her temples that grew and grew with each moment, even as her control over their simple minds grew tighter and easier.

By the time the gaggle reached Lois Lane's apartment, she didn't even have to say a word. The pregnant sluts simply obeyed her thoughts. Which was good, because the reporter's head was a flaming mass of pain. Dimly she was aware of them locating her emergency key and opening the door, and then they were inside...and Lois relaxed her control.

Immediately, there was a babble of voices. Tonya Wong began to take off her maternity dress. Mara de la Cruz opened the fridge and pantries, to take out all of Lois Lane's food for an impromptu midnight feast. Diana Reynolds headed immediately to the bathroom, her pregnant bladder unable to hold itself any longer, in a conga line of **** rushes to wee that would last all night.

The exhausted reporter sat at her kitchen table as her new guests began to eat her out of house and home, as clothes gradually came off, and once again there were four naked women with big bellies, lustfully licking each other's cunts. As if they had never left the cavern at all.

Lois Lane buried her face in her hands, wondering back at all the events of her night out, how it had come to this. That was when her fingers touched her forehead...and in a moment of panic she bolted from the table and dashed to the bathroom, to stare into the mirror.

Tiny pink horns poked through her forehead. Barely an inch long, but the points were sharp to the reporter's questing fingertips. The skin around them was red, blood red, but not bleeding. Sensitive to the touch...and the reporter's eyes were pure violet, without pupil or iris. The reporter stared at herself and wondered what she was becoming...what she was pregnant with.

Then the babble of voices in her kitchen grew silent. Naked pregnant women with glowing pink eyes appeared behind her. With gentle coordination, they plucked at the reporter's clothes. Lifted her shirt. Lois gasped as she saw the pink glow that exhuded from beneath her softly distended abdomen. The fetus in her womb...

"Come to bed, sweetmeat," the women said, and Lois felt a sudden relaxation of her limbs as they pulled her dress all the way off, to reveal the reporter's small breasts and stiff nipples. Soft, warm hands pulled Lois toward the bed, and she could not resist them.

Because, Lois realized, it had never been her power that guided them. Their hands rubbed her glowing stomach, their eager mouths kissed and licked her...and Lois Lane knew she was prisoner to whatever demonic **** had taken up residence in her womb.