Fight It

Fuck this shit, Lois said to herself. The reporter focused on her inner muscles, fighting the cramps going through her midsection. I might not have wanted this thing stuck in me in the first place, but I'm not giving birth to it here.

It was the strangest internal struggle of Lois Lane's life. Yet as she brought her famously tenacious will to bear against her recalcitrant flesh, she knew it was just mind over matter... even if her body had other ideas. She clamped down as the heavy load inside her distended abdomen sought to shift inside of her, only to face stubborn resistance. Such an impasse could not last forever...but, Lois thought, maybe long enough.

Even as she physically fought her own body's efforts to expel the thing that had stuck inside her pussy, which had felt like it had crawled inside her womb, Lois was wracked with the terrible implications of what she was doing. She had never known women to fight giving birth, but she knew it could tear them apart inside. Even now the grating of the stone against her sensitive internal walls could be causing tears...bleeding...hemorrhaging...she could get an infection, sepsis, die a long and painful ****. She stared down at her crotch, half-expecting to see blood...but of course she couldn't see anything through her own pants.

So too, there was a terrible idea whispering in the back of her mind. A naughty thought, impossible to dismiss.

Do it. You know you want to, it said. Imagine how good it'll feel to get it out. How wide it'll stretch your pussy on the way out. You might cum... Lois tried to ignore it, but the thought was stubborn. It brought to mind old stories of women who had given birth in secret, who had hid their pregnancies and suffered all alone, squatting in the dark. One of those ultimate taboos...and as Lois Lane felt her will waver, and the cramps increase, pressure pushing the thing inside of her down, she knew by some instinct that she had to get out of there.

On her hands and knees, Lois crawled outside of the circle, tumbling through the curtain that set off the summoning chamber from the rest of the tunnel...and once outside, gulping down the cooler air, the reporter felt...different. The weight in her belly was still there, but the contractions were dying down.

She crawled forward down the sewer tunnel, and the further away she got from the circle and its strange spell, the less she felt the terrible contractions. Within twenty feet, it was no worse than a bad period. Leaning against the wall for support, the reporter staggered to her feet, took a deep breath.

One hand fell down to her stomach. A hard lump was still there, distending the skin. The reporter could still feel the stone prick inside of her...but it was just sitting there, no longer struggling to be born.

Lois released the breath. She still had a job to do. One cult. Four missing women. The reporter staggered on into the darkness. The truth was down here somewhere, and she was going to find it.