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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

What is wrong with Lois?

End: Pregnant And Ready To Drop

The hands had clawed away the reporter's clothes and she could no longer deny the swell of her abdomen, the vivid red line, the ugly stretch marks which she swore hadn't been there a few minutes ago. Lois Lane bit back a scream as her swollen, taut abdomen seemed to swell before her eyes, and the grinding pressure deep inside of her grew more intense.

None of this made sense. She couldn't be pregnant. She hadn't even had sex...and even that thing with the statue, there hadn't been time...yet Lois couldn't deny the evidence of her eyes, and as a massive cramp ripped through her body the reporter curled up onto her side, hands clutched against her swollen stomach which was hard and firm.

"I've got her phone!" Tonya Wong shouted. The young Asian woman stood up and waved it in the air. "There's signal! Just one bar, but..."

"Dial fucking 9-1-1!" Diana Reynolds said as she pushed Lois Lane's legs apart. "I think she's gone into labor.

"No...can't...be..." Lois managed through gritted teeth.

Mara de la Cruz sucked on two fingers, and then without asking permission stuck the spit-slick digits into the reporter's pussy. The swiftness of the penetration took Lois by surprise...and more than that, the way the fat fingers plunged easily into her birth canal, which was surprisingly slick, to poke around inside of her.

"She's dilated," the Hispanic woman said. "And I think the baby's going to crown soon. There's no time for an ambulance, she's going to give birth right here. I've seen it with my mama when my sisters were born."

"No...baby..." Lois grunted. Her stomach seemed to be heavier than before, and the reporter's whole body felt suddenly wasted and drawn, the ribs stuck out on her sides and the muscles more clearly defined on her arms and legs; only her belly was swollen, taut and full of life, and the veins spiderwebbed underneath the pale skin as it bulged obscenely. Her tits ached, and Lois saw that the small, palmful breasts had darker and more protuberant nipples than ever before, blue veins thick near the surface, and the dark areola seemed to be spreading.

"Yes, baby," Mara said. "Sorry to say this lady, but you did the sin and now you get the consequences."

Diana Reynolds rolled the reporter onto her back and bunched up Lois' jacket under her head to serve as a kind of pillow. Jenny Dunlap kept her distance, as far as the chain would allow. Mara knelt between the reporter's legs. Tonya was on the phone, her voice low and urgent.

The first real labor pain hit Lois Lane and she screamed, loud enough for it to echo through all the caverns and sewers...and for a certain pair of super-ears to pick up as they re-entered Earth's atmosphere far above...

It was like something tore loose inside of Lois. She had heard of women that spent hours, days in labor, but this was no natural pregnancy, and as blood and amniotic fluid gushed from her cunny, the reporter's whole body convulsed and a dark-furred head bulged at the entrance to her pussy, obviously too small for the reporter's tiny slit.

Mara knelt and pressed her hands on either side of the labia to stretch the skin as it bulged outwards. Diana Reynolds knelt next to Lois and grabbed her hand. Lois Lane's wadded-up t-shirt was thrust in her mouth, to give her something to bite.

"Bear down!" Diana said, uselessly.

The pussy bulged forward, the baby's forehead in view, the little shoulders stuck. THe reporter's cunt was stretched more than ever before, even when she had **** herself on that stone phallus up above, but it was clear that something had to give.

There was an audible rip as the reporter's perineum tore. Mara flinched and closed her eyes as bright red blood splattered her face...and the worst part of it was that Lois was still conscious as the young woman grimly pulled the now wide-enough cunt apart to let the baby slide out into her hands.

A tiny little wail filled the cavern.

Superman arrived just as the reporter's spasmodic, instinctive pushing **** the liver-colored placenta out of her gaping wound of a pussy. Her areola were almost black now, and had stretched to cover over half of her slim breasts; the overstretched stomach was now a deflated sack, her body ruined.

A few bursts of heat vision dealt with the chains. His red cape covered the reporter's naked form. Lois held the baby, and Superman carried Lois, the four naked women behind him.

Vaguely, the exhausted reporter heard their story. Out partying, caught by a cult, trapped for some ritual, but they had to do it willingly, and none of them were willing to do that...the cult had hoped to starve them into submission...and along had come Lois Lane on her night out, to accidentally go into just the right place at the right time and say the words...

Lois Lane looked into her daughter's eyes...and they were pure white, without pupil or iris...and the reporter shuddered, sickened by the knowledge of what she had done. Then the eyes closed and the little face was so peaceful, so exhausted...and the reporter wondered what she would do, when they got to the hospital. Whether she would keep the child or give her up...and the exhausted reporter really wasn't sure which was the best option.

The End

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