Lois Can't Stop Masturbating

Lois Lane's fingers plunged into her sopping cunt. Her other hand gripped her bloated breast, squeezing the nipple. She couldn't ever remember being this wet, this horny...and it occurred to her as she stared at the dripping black-and-white cunt on the screen, that she couldn't stop.

The video went black for a moment, and the reporter dragged in a lingering breath...her hand went down to undo the catch on the front of her bra, which sprung apart, letting her swollen tits free—like her belly, they were definitely bigger then before—but even as Lois thought she might be able to stop, the black screen ended and the pornographic video began to replay from the beginning...the woman was pregnant again...and without even thinking about it, the reporter found her fingers digging into her cunny, thumb rubbing along her clit.

Except it wasn't quite the same. Lois was breathing hard while trying not to do so loudly. Her hands were going back and forth from one breast to the other, squeezing them, feeling the liquid dripping over her fingers. They were definitely bigger, actual handfuls now, and the nipples were so sensitive...yet Lois was focused on the video, what was different, what was wrong.

The actors looked the same. Pregnant woman, four centurions, one black...the idol...

Lois focused on the pregnant priestess. She looked a little heavier, a little more tired...and as the reporter looked closely as the men grasped her limbs and spread her apart, she noticed stretch makes that weren't there before. Her breasts were a little baggier, there was a hint of sag at the jaw, and the kohl around her eyes couldn't hide the lines.

She's pregnant again, the reporter thought, unable to look away, barely able to even blink as her fingers worked at her pussy as the black centurion took his position once again. Lois Lane had heard of female porn stars that had recorded sex scenes during different pregnancies. She'd just never seen it before. It was only during the dialogue boxes that Lois could feel a slackening of the incessant, driving need that seemed to grip her...

Once again, the pregnant woman mouthed words, eyes staring straight at the camera, as though she could see through time to Lois Lane herself...the same message to She Who Is To Come After.

Me, Lois realized as she began to shake, pressing a third finger against her dripping cunt...and then she noticed something else.