Her Belly Grows

Lois blinked. At first, she didn't feel anything. No different than before. For a moment, she had hope. It was just a game. Then...

A tiny cramp, deep inside. Like the faint echo of a period pain. A sudden pang of hunger, a dizzy moment of weakness and...a sense of pressure.

The naked reporter stared down at her stomach. Normally flat, with the hint of abs underneath, the result of long hours at the gym, dieting, exercise and deprivation...but now she could see the lines softening a little. She watched in disbelief as her abdomen began to push out a little, and felt the growing pressure and weight inside.

"No," she whispered. "No no no..."

It wasn't that she was getting fat. Her belly didn't soften in outline, she could still make out the traces of her abs...but it was getting pushed out, something behind it growing, pressure building as the red light spilled on the reporter. Lois choked back a sob, heart pounding in her chest...her chest...

Lois Lane's tits weren't growing as fast as her belly. But the perky handfuls with their familiar hourglass shape were changing as well. Sagging softly beneath their own weight, blue veins appearing more prominently just beneath the surface, nipples and areaola growing darker, puffier...there were little bumps surrounding her nipples now, oozing a thin golden fluid.

Her breasts felt very full.

The reporter's hands shook as she placed them on her swollen middle. The flesh of her arms and thighs looked...thin. As if every extra ounce of fat was going straight to the baby growing in her womb.

"No," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm not pregnant I'm not pregnant I'm NOT pregnant..."

The belly was spilling into her lap now, the skin of her belly touching her thighs, a dark line creeping up the flesh from her pubis to her belly button. The weight of it was causing Lois to lean forward. And all the time she told herself she couldn't be pregnant, she couldn't, it was just some kind of bad dream...

...until she felt the little kicks inside of her.

"No," Lois said in despair, tears welling at her eyes. Warm tears that spilled over her cheeks, splashed against her swollen tits, her bloated belly. "This can't be happening."

But she knew it was.