Get Dressed

A pink flash lit the screen, the words burned into the after image of Lois' eyes.

She hardly gave it a thought as she looked around for her clothes...and found a neatly folded outfit lying on the floor. The reporter's brow crinkled, one hand on her swollen stomach. For some reason it was hard to reconstruct the sequence of events...she thought she had ripped or lost her clothes. Yet here they were.

Lois shrugged, pushing the doubt to the back of her mind. The black lace panties still fit, though they rode rather low in the front, unable to be pulled up her eight-week pregnant belly. The tight red club pants were even more of a challenge, and the reporter struggled for long minutes to slide them over her hips; getting them around her waist was impossible, as they weren't maternity pants at all, and Lois could barely get the elastic to cover her panties...in fact she was willing to bet that if she bent over, her underwear would ride up for everyone to see.

The black lace bra was smaller than Lois remembered—or else her breasts had outgrown it, which seemed more likely. She could just get it closed on her bloated teats, but the girls were definitely overflowing the cups. Lois smirked as she stared at her own cleavage, a rarity in her life without padding and doubling up on bras... The shirt, at least, still fit, though it couldn't be tucked into her pants, and she let it hang loose over her stomach. Then the jacket and her heels...

Lois wished she had a mirror, but then remembered the camera. She turned to look at the screen, and saw herself there. The brunette's belly was noticeable, pushing down the waist of her pants and pushing out her shirt, a flash of underbelly visible whenever she moved. Her ass and hips were wide enough to stretch her pants, hugging her derriere tight enough to emphasize her booty. Hint of muscles in her arms, legs, and shoulders suggest a gymbunny. The bra pushed her tits together and up, giving her a bit of cleavage, making them jut out proudly and noticeably.

A pink light flashed.

KNOCKED UP SLUT.

"Damn straight." Lois said aloud. A club girl that had taken one too many loads from one too many cocks, a couple of months pregnant and still wanting to party. Of course, Lois couldn't drink while she was pregnant, but there were other reasons to go to a club...

"Hey," a voice came from Lois' right. She turned to see a familiar red-and-pink blob of dyed hair, hazel eyes looking worried. A name floated to the surface: Maria, of course. "You done?"

Lois looked back at the computer... the screen showed a blank internet browser, pink around the edges of the window. The chair she was sitting in felt damp, and reeked of sex. No doubt what the dancers did here on their breaks. Lois stood up, unconsciously pulling her shirt down to cover her belly.

"Yeah," the reporter put on her game face. "Let's go."