End: The Pregnancy Is Regressing

Her stomach was shrinking.

Lois could almost feel the skin tighten, the weight shift as she passed back through the club. When she had started out from the bedroom, her belly had been tenting her makeshift toga. By the time she exited through the black door, the stomach was still there, but there was slack. Lois had to shift and tighten her sheet, just to make sure she wasn't tripping on it or exposing too much skin.

The ride up the elevator gave Lois Lane time to think. About what was happening, and why.

Her mother had regressed...and had somehow dragged Blaze in with her. Caught up in whatever it was, the two women had shrunk, gone into her pussy...and Lois Lane had seen herself, hugely pregnant with twins. So maybe that was still happening? It seemed insane, but at the same time, the reporter couldn't think of a better explanation as her baby bump slowly but steadily seemed to shrink. By the time the elevator rattled to a stop above, Lois Lane didn't even look full-term anymore.

She still cradled her abdomen protectively as she made her way through the crowded club. The best she could manage was a careful waddle, the stomach still throwing off her center of gravity. A few people gave her looks: an obviously-pregnant woman dressed in a sheet and a jacket will do that...but not too many people. There were people in the club dressed weirder than Lois Lane.

By the time she hit the sidewalk, Lois Lane was red-faced and puffing...but she was also cinching the sheet tighter about her waist, and walking a little easier. A cab stopped for her, and Lois smiled her thanks as she eased herself in.

"How far along are you?" the black woman with dreadlocks driving said.

Lois assessed her baby mound. "About six months."

"Really? You're so big!"

"Twins," Lois said with a smile as she fiddled with getting the seatbelt over her stomach.

By the time she arrived at her apartment, it was more like five months. Not that Lois had much experience, she was just guessing. But she could see her feet again, and the pressure on her bladder was a weird contest between the lessening weight of the babies and slowly increasing amount of pee inside. Still, Lois felt like she was smuggling a volleyball as the doorman opened the apartment building for her, and Lois went through the lobby and elevator ride hoping no one she knew could see her.

Back at home, Lois finally was able to take it off...take it all off.

The first thing she noticed was that her stomach was much smaller. Still a prominent mound, but nowhere near where it had been a couple of hours earlier. More than there, there were other changes...the dark line from mons to belly button had faded; the navel was still an outie, but that was the only sign that her stomach had ever "popped." No stretch marks, and her boobs didn't ache...even the nipples seemed a little lighter than they had been.

A part of Lois wanted to break out the webcam, to record this...just to make sure this wasn't something just in her head, that she wasn't going crazy.

Instead, Lois just found herself laying in bed, hands on her stomach. Wondering when this would end. If the "twins" really were regressing...how far would it go? Would they turn back into unfertilized eggs and tuck themselves back into her ovaries, or at some point would it stop and they would just...grow normally?

The reporter didn't know how she felt about that. It was weird enough being pregnant, having the stomach, but the idea of going through a full forty weeks of pregnancy...it made her stomach flutter a little, nervous to think about being as she had been once again. Then to give birth...and who would she give birth to? Would they be her daughters, or would it just be Blaze and her mother again?

Before Lois knew it, she had closed her eyes. A moment after that, she was asleep.

She awoke to the beep of her alarm. Her hands were resting on the flat plain of her stomach...and for a confused moment, Lois felt an inexpressible heartache and loss.

Then she really had to pee.

Bladder fit to burst, the sleep-groggy reporter still paused in the bathroom...and reaching into a drawer, pulled out a pregnancy test.

She felt ridiculous, squatting on the toilet, holding the wand there. Setting it aside on the sink counter to wait for the digital read out to give her the result. Lois poked at her midsection, as utterly flat as it had been before she left for her night out. No indication her belly had ever been swollen at all.

"Maybe it was all a dream," she said out loud...and then she remembered the bedsheet on the floor where she had left it, the money she'd spent on drinks. There was evidence that last night happened, that she had gone out to the club, and as for the rest...

Ten minutes passed in an eternity. Lois looked at the pregnancy test.

Two blue lines.

Lois Lane swallowed hard. If the pregnancy had stopped regressing...if it just went forward from this point on...when did a pregnancy test become accurate? A week after conception? Two weeks? She couldn't remember.

The reporter sighed. It was going to be a long nine months.