End: Pregnant Porn

Lois breathed out hot air, feeling her skin flush, as the search results came up. It wasn't that she had a fetish for pregnancy, really. She was aware enough of herself to know that. But the dream-image was still burning inside of her, and her pussy and brain were both yearning for...something.

She sipped the water, scrolling through the video clips. Despite the search terms, it wasn't all what the reporter had expected—news sound bites, amateur stuff, webcams, a couple of pay-per-view links. The usual mix of chuff, the kind of random mess that demanded further detail, exploration. Some nights, when on the hunt for that one specific thing to get her off, Lois would hunt through each and every video in a specific category that a site had to offer, just to make sure she didn't miss anything.

Hesitantly, Lois reached down and checked her pussy. Her labia were dry, but warm, sensitive. Browsing one-handed, the reporter brought her fingers up to her lips, putting them into her mouth, sucking gently to work up some saliva. Stomach still queasy, eyes still feeling hot and feverish in her head, she scrolled one-handed while she brought the wet fingers down to her pussy. Sighed gently as the cool wetness played against the warm cleft.

What do I want? Lois wondered, staring at videos that announced PREGNANT BEURETTE PORN, HARDCORE PREGGERS BITCH, FIRST PREGNANT ORGY, REAL PREGO DP, UNCENSORED JAPANESE PREGNANT GANGBANG...most of them looked to be gonzo. No plot, just fucking. Poles going in holes. Normally, when Lois was having a relaxed "petting" session, she liked something with a bit of plot...a scenario to play out in her mind, engage her brain, a story to draw her deeper in the fantasy. Tonight, though...

I'm not in the mood for fucking, Lois thought. Or porn stars. I want something...fresher. Cleaner. I want to see the belly. Returning to the search field, she tapped in a new entry: WEBCAM PREGNANT PORN.

She clicked enter. The screen refreshed, new video still filling the field. A subset of a subset. Now it was almost all women, naked or partly clothed, pale skin and swollen tits, baring their bumps to the camera. Browsing with her left hand, Lois felt a trickle of warmth across her cheeks as she played with her pussy...just rubbing it in gentle circles, eyes wide, suddenly aware of how dark the apartment was except for the screen...but Lois didn't want to look away.

CTRL + Click. A video opened up in a new tab, audio low. There were two young women...so young! in a bedroom. Panties and bras. One of them had that little belly...the too-round pooch that spoke of more than too much beer or too many sweets...the other was a skinny little thing, friend or girlfriend. Lois left the volume down low but caught the gist of it anyway. This was a record of a streaming show they had done, users tipping them to strip, to kiss, to show their cunts, and other things...

What caught Lois' attention, aside from the belly on the pregnant one, was her puffy nipples. Her tits weren't much bigger than Lois' own, but the nipples were huge by comparison, fat salmon-colored creampuffs that seemed to hang off the tip, areola covering more than a quarter of each breast, swollen and stiff...and as the video went on, her girlfriend reached over, lips open wide, and took one into her mouth.

A shiver went through the reporter as she watched the young woman suckle. The pregnant girl couldn't even be five months along yet—far and away from lactating—but the sight of it made Lois' own tit ache in sympathy. A few of her lovers had kissed her tits, licked and teased, but none of them had latched on like a baby. Lois squirmed in her seat, fingers moving a little faster now, this was doing it for her...and then the girls parted, changed positions, and the moment was lost.

Agitation grew in Lois. She grit her teeth and closed the tab, going back to her search. That video had gotten her going, but she wanted something...more... Left hand shaking, she entered in another search term: WEBCAM PREGNANT MASTURBATION PORN.

Clicked enter.

Lois had heard once how you shouldn't go past three search terms. The field was too specific, it crossed the line...but she was shivering now, naked in the dark, the shadows of the dream still lingering in the back of her mind, thighs spread and quivering as she fingered her slit with a kind of mechanical desperation. She needed something to get off...and she needed it now.

She hunted through the new video clips, searching for what it was she needed. Most of them were single women now, their pregnancies more obvious, farther along. Crotches bared to the camera, bellies oiled, slits shaved and bald. Some of them were using their fingers, others dildos...butt plugs...and Lois, face flushing, decided she wanted to watch one of those bitches fuck themselves. She clicked on PREGNANT WEBCAM SLUT FUCKS HERSELF WITH HUGE DILDO.

Bitches. Lois felt her right hand cramping a little, and realized that she had been masturbating almost non-stop, unconsciously, while she had browsed. I shouldn't think of them like that. They're just women...displaying themselves. Displaying their sexuality. Letting others see them...getting off at getting others off...yeah you're knocked up. Fucked those stiff cocks and took one load too many...and one load could be one load too many, but I bet you didn't stop at one...

The dildo was a thing blue rubber tube with fake balls, long and skinny, which the woman on screen was plunging in and out of her pussy, trying to squeeze her tits together with her upper arms as she did it. Not the best performance that Lois had ever seen. The little tinny gasps and moans that came through the laptop speakers sounded fake, ****, unreal.

I can do better than that. Lois licked her dry lips, feeling her heart begin to beat faster in her chest. Except I'm not pregnant yet.

The yet wasn't even a speedbump to Lois' thoughts. She let her mind play down that particular dark path of fantasy as the woman on screen fucked herself to an unsatisfying conclusion. The reporter closed the video and turned back to the search.

Getting pregnant wouldn't be hard. I could have had my pick of men in that meat market of a club tonight. Lois fingers shook as she typed in the search terms, screwing up repeatedly, having to backspace and start again: WEBCAM PREGNANT HUGE DILDO PORN. Lips peeled back, panting, she clicked enter.

The first clip was gold. Lois didn't even catch the title. The young woman was a slim brunette, like Lois herself, except dressed in some cosplay outfit, **** princess from Star Wars...and she must have been carrying twins or triplets in that belly. Lois eyed the hefty vibrator in her hand...clear plastic, so you could see the beads and motors inside, the scorpion-like prong of the clit massager...and the reporter's breath grew short.

She watched the pregnant woman fellate the dildo, and wished she could do the same thing. Carefully, mindful of her unborn charges, the webcam model shifted onto her side, moving the thin strip of cloth that concealed her pussy...and as she nudged the head of the vibrator into her cunt, Lois ceased rubbing and started pressing her fingers into her own tunnel. Wondering what it would be like to do that herself...and completely oblivious to the little light on above the monitor, next to the pinhole lens of the laptop's webcam.

Back in the club, Blaze smiled at her own laptop screen, watching Lois slide two fingers in and out of her wet tunnel, panting like a bitch in heat...which the reporter very nearly was. The demon smiled to see what effect the seed had on the once-prim-and-proper reporter in such a short time...and it was only getting started.

"An end for tonight," Blaze whispered out loud, as Lois' tiny gasps came through the speaker, the reporter orgasming on her own fingers. "But only the beginning for you, my dear Lois..."