Examine The Idol Carefully

One hand rubbing her bloated belly, Lois Lane decided to take a closer look at the idol. With the kitchen light on, the reporter could see it much better than when it had been down in the basement.

"Definitely hand-made," she said, letting her fingers rest on the surface, tracing the whirls. "Not carved either. More like a ceramic."

The texture, as she followed the lines, was like unglazed pottery. A lot different than what she had taken it for at first. She picked it up and turned it over, looking to see if there was any kind of maker's signature on the base.

There was a sigil, an unfamiliar marking. She rotated the statue to get a better look at it.

Which is when she heard it. Faint, very faint. Lois turned the idol over and heard it again. She gave it a careful shake...yes, there was definitely a rattle. Something loose inside a hollow pocket.

Turning the idol around over and over, Lois couldn't see any plug or hole in it. Whatever was inside the idol had been put there when it was made, and wasn't meant to come out. A familiar stab of curiosity burned inside of her. If she were to smash it...

"No, that's silly," she assured herself. Her stomach rumbled as though she hadn't eaten, but Lois ignored that. She swore that the bloating was getting worse, her stomach actually bumping into the edge of the table. Hopefully that would go down as her period ended.

She set the idol down and stared at it, wondering what secret was being hidden inside that doming belly.

"Of course, I don't know if there's anything connecting you with the missing women at all," Lois said aloud, as though talking to the stubby head above the great pendulous breasts. "You could just be some art school project."

Her palms suddenly itched, remembering the hammer she kept in the kitchen drawer for small household maintenance tasks. The ceramic wasn't hard, it would probably break open easily...

The reporter's pussy tingled. She was starting to warm to the idea, but a part of her kept telling her this was evidence...but evidence of what? Lois gnawed at her lip, unsure how to proceed.