Her Pregnant Belly Is Bigger

As the priestess's belly went back to flat...Lois Lane's stomach swelled. She didn't see it, but she could feel it. The pressure increasing on her lower back, the sensation of heaviness, and just visually...she couldn't see her pussy anymore, even though she could feel it, and her arm had to reach around her protruding tummy to finger her dripping slit. Once again, the black centurion finished inside of her, and another took his place, but Lois was more focused on what was going on in her body.

Okay, when I first found that idol I was NOT pregnant, the reporter thought to herself. Not even sure why I grabbed the damned thing. Then when the video showed up...and it got bigger when she sent the baby to She Who Will Come After...

Lois found that she could look at herself, as long as part of the screen was in view. Whatever was compelling her to squeeze her aching, leaking tits and rub her hot, dripping cunny gave her that much freedom at least. It was difficult to assess, but she definitely looked pregnant now, not just bloated. Her nipples were darker, the blue veins beneath the skin more prominent, and her belly wasn't the soft swollen mass of a period bloat, but the hard, rounded stomach of a woman that was...five months pregnant? Six? Lois found it hard to tell. It definitely hadn't dropped yet, but her navel was sticking out more than eight inches from where it had been, at least as far as she could tell.

Milk—she was sure it was milk, now—was dribbling out from the ducts around her nipples. Not in streams, but just white droplets. Yet she felt a kind of...potential. Like she needed to squeeze harder. Yet every time she did, every time a drop came out, when she released the breast it just felt like the sensation came back stronger. Almost like her tits were...filling. And the more she squeezed, the more they were producing and the faster they did it.

None of this was normal. Someone was doing it to her. It felt like a trap...and what was worse, Lois recognized the point in the plot coming up, where soon this scene would end and it would start to replay.

Will I get bigger? Am I actually pregnant, or is this some sort of lust-crazed hallucination brought on by not getting laid for the last year or so? Am I actually getting a new baby with each iteration of this video, or is it just one single pregnancy that's progressing more with each...

Lois tried once again to stop, but it wasn't possible. She could move her hands, but only to fondle some other part of her anatomy, to move closer to the climax she could feel was still some ways away, but growing ever closer...and the video on the laptop kept playing in silence, the woman's eyes meeting Lois Lane's from time to time on the grainy black-and-white footage as she took yet another cock in her well-used cunt.

Think, Lane, think! She told herself. There has to be something you can do!