End: Rub Her Belly

The human vagina does not normally have the capacity for a gallon of any liquid, especially not when already filled by a silicone shaft. Yet the human vagina is also flexible. It has to be, to allow a child to pass through it. Which is why, Lois Lane's panting moans turned into whimpers of pain...why she began to thrash as the flesh against the seal set against her pussy began to stretch...and stretch...

Maria's eyes were fixed on the skin just above Lois Lane's tuft of pubic hair. The skin seemed to swell, ever so slightly, as the pressure increased and increased. The young woman found herself holding her breath as the skin slowly distended, and she thought of competitive eaters whose stomachs would bloat and distend during a competition. Lois Lane's abdomen looked like that, on a smaller scale, and Lois groaned in mingled pain and pleasure as her cunny was **** open wider and wider, more and more sperm being packed tight into her pussy.

The electric pump motor made a sound...a pressure dial flared and dipped...and the last few dollops of cloned Kryptonian semen were **** into the reporter's pussy. Wordlessly, her mind strangely numb, Maria pulled out the tube connected to the reservoir, leaving the silicone shaft in place.

"Won't she...just pull it out?" Maria said, if only to hear something other than the bloated reporter's half-**** mewls of pain.

"Not likely. The fixative in the lubricant will dissolve in a few days...but by that time, any and all eggs Lois Lane has released will be fertilized," Amanda Waller said. She laid a hand on the reporter's shoulder. "Good job, soldier. You took it like a champ."

"Agreed," a new, masculine voice broke in.

Lex Luthor stepped in, a ghastly smile on his lips, bald head gleaming. He nodded to Waller, but his eyes were fixed on the naked, **** reporter.

"I've taken the liberty of covering your trail a bit. Camera footage now shows Miss Lane leaving the club, but certain records are going to be lost...some of her belongings contaminated with the DNA of members of a human trafficking operation...it should buy us some time. Forty weeks or so, at least." He said. "Maria? You'll want to rub her abdomen. To help **** out any air bubbles."

Numbly, nipples hard, Maria reached forward with trembling fingers. She touched the little mound of Lois Lane's stomach and the reporter whimpered. The young woman trembled a little. The noise that the inseminated reporter made did things to her. Slowly, licking her lips and cheeks burning, Maria began to press against the skin...feeling it give a little, like a water balloon...a warm, cum-filled water balloon...a hot-blooded cum balloon...

Lois Lane moaned, all the fight drained out of her as the **** took even deeper hold of her. Later on, there would be time for horror...but by then, the reporter would be a thousand miles away, in Waller's custody in a joint military/LexCorp medical detention facility.

"When...when will we know?" Maria said, her eyes fixed on the reporter's navel as her fingers kneaded the reporter's flesh. "If it worked? If she's pregnant?"

"Soon. We'll run bloodwork every day until we confirm," Luthor said. "If she doesn't show signs within two weeks, we'll repeat the procedure."

Maria nodded, dumbly. Her eyes drifted down to where the reporter's puffy pussy seemed to bulge out from within, the base of the silicone shaft extending past the labia, sealed in by a clear goo that had already set to a crystalline hardness. A shiver went down Maria's spine as Lois moaned weakly, the reporter's breasts heaving, eyes closed as if in a nightmare...although Maria doubted the reality would be any better.

"And as far as the rest of the world is concerned," Waller added. "Lois Lane simply went for a night out...and never came back."