End: Red Kryptonite Pregnancies Are Rapid

On her knee, the cramp or whatever it was wracked Maria's midsection. Her stomach churned above it, as if her guts were trying to knot themselves. The young, naked, cum-drenched woman found herself breathing through her mouth, suddenly feverish, sucking in the cooler air. She felt simultaneously as though she were starving and not like eating anything...her mouth filled up with saliva...and it was with tremendous effort that she crawled forward, the painful throb in her midsection like the worst pregnancy cramp in her life.

The vomit, fortunately, did not come until she'd reached the drain of the shower. Nausea overtook her there, and she lay shaking on hands and knees, suddenly weak and lightheaded. She had hoped to feel better after puking her guts out, but it wasn't better at all. Her hand reached down to massage her aching stomach...

...and froze as she felt something there, beneath the skin. A dense mass, below and beneath her navel, like a water balloon. Barely yielding when she pressed hard. Maria leaned back, still on her knees...and saw with terrible dismay the unmistakable distension of her lower abdomen.

Maria had the wherewithal to press the panic button. Within minutes, security and medical technicians flooded the room, and the naked young woman was hustled out of the dressing room on a gurney, down the back corridors to an elevator, and finally to the on-site medical facility where she was transferred to a hospital bed. Within fifteen minutes, nurses were wiping the cum off of Maria's tits and attaching sensors to monitor her pulse as a doctor probed her abdomen with gloved fingers.

No one told her anything. A shudder of horror went through Maria as one nurse slid in the needle so that they could hook her up to an IV bag. Another, working on the other arm, took eight vials of blood. The doctor, a grey-haired woman with tired eyes, caught the look of stark fear in Maria's eyes.

"You're dehydrated," the doctor said as technicians wheeled some equipment in. "You need fluids. We'll know a little more once we get your bloodwork back."

"What about...that?" Maria glanced down at what looked, to all the world, like a little pot-belly—one that hadn't been there an hour ago.

The doctor gave a tight-lipped smile as the device, an utlrasound monitor, turned on. A technician handed her a sterilized plastic wand in its clear wrapping.

"We're going to take a little look-see," the doctor said. "Spread your legs, please. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Their eyes met. Unspoken were the words: That's what you're being paid for, after all, isn't it slut?

Maria glowered but spread her legs. Her pussy was still a damp, sticky mess of half-clotted sperm. The doctor ignored it, just took off the wrapping on the wand and smeared on a bit of lubricant...not that Maria needed it...then the hard, cold thing slid up between Maria's legs.

It wasn't exactly what she had been paid for, but at least it didn't threaten to break her pussy.

Images flashed on the screen, white and grey. Lex Luthor stepped into the room, resplendent in a well-fitting black suit, the lights gleaming off his bald head. He said nothing, but simply took in the sperm-spattered Maria and her swollen stomach and the monitor. He held up his left arm, and there was a complicated watch on his wrist...or what Maria took to be a watch. But as he tapped it with a finger, the screen on it glowed red, and his frown deepened.

"There we are," the doctor said. She held the probe uncomfortably deep inside Maria's pussy, the whole thing very uncomfortable. On the screen was a familiar shape...bulbous at one end, tapering at another.

It moved its little arms.

"About the size of a strawberry...normally, I'd say ten weeks."

"Can...can you get it out?" Maria said.

The doctor didn't look at her. She looked at Lex Luthor.

"It's a bit late for an abortion," the grey-haired woman said. "But not too late. If you want..."

Lex ignored her. He stared at Maria...and for the first time since she met him, the bald man with the cold green eyes smiled.

"Maria," he said. "We have an unexpected development. That could be a real opportunity for you."

The naked woman blinked her hazel eyes, not sure what he meant.

"Your uterus is showing intense Red Kryptonite radiation fluctuations. Normally, the changes only last for 24 hours. In this case, it appears that applies to pregnancy as well. So I'd like to offer you...double your original compensation to carry the fetus to term and deliver. We will, of course, monitor you the entire time. It will be as safe as medically possible."

"I...I have to have a baby?" Maria said. She wasn't in a position to argue, and she knew it. But greed overpowered common sense. "Triple."

Luthor's smile widened. "Done. I'll have the lawyers put together some paperwork for you to sign. Waiver of parental rights, nondisclosure, all that."

Maria's heart sank as she realized what a deal with the devil she had made. Yet one question remained.

"What happened to Lois Lane?"

Standing outside the door of Clark Kent's apartment, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was wrapped in a wet bathrobe and nothing else; it had started to rain as she left the club, and her feet were sore and dirty from the long walk on the hard streets of Metropolis. The monster between her legs ached. She could hardly think as she **** herself to knock on his door. The red rabbit toy was in her pocket. Surely Clark would help her out...hear her story...

The door opened. A familiar face topped with blonde hair popped into view.

"Lois!" Kara Danvers said. Clark's cousin, the reporter registered, the one who had just turned old enough to drink. Dressed in a tight rainbow-colored striped shirt that emphasized her lack of a bra, and a pair of loose pink pajama bottoms.

The cock tented the front of the reporter's robe as Kara reached forward to give the reporter a hug.

"Clark isn't in right now...but come on in, you're soaking!"

Lois Lane's night out was over, the drenched dickgirl knew...but her night in was going to give someone a very hard time.