Lois Dreams

Lois Lane had barely closed her eyes when she felt it move inside of her.

That was impossible, of course. The giant sperm was dead, she had dragged it out of her. Even if it had gone deep inside of her, there was no way something so big could fertilize one of her eggs. It must have been the sperm of some gigantic alien species, slithered up the drain. The cold reality of it sank in on her, the impossibility of it all...

Yet something stirred, deep inside her pussy. Her eyes were narrow slits, heavily-lidded, but she was awake. The room was dark, the sounds of the Metropolis night filtering in quietly—sirens far off and dying, the thump of her upstairs neighbor, the mewl of a cat.

She realized, suddenly, that she couldn't move.

The stirring increased. Like a serpent coiling and uncoiling. Her chest rose and fell, nipples strangely hard, standing out tall in the dim light of the room. Lois Lane's pussy felt weirdly, strangely wet and warm.

A pressure built within her abdomen. The coiling thing felt like it was getting bigger, pressing its squirming body against her insides. Lois shook in a feverish heat, and she wanted to move, but her limbs wouldn't obey her, not locked in place but just...heavy, unmoving. Sleep paralysis, the kind that she sometimes experienced when she woke up in the middle of the night.

She could see it now, moving beneath the skin of her belly. The formerly flat plain of her stomach bulged and squirmed, the pressure growing steadily, and Lois could feel a hot wet trickle down her thighs as though she peed herself, but something told her that wasn't what was going on at all.

Her breasts sat high...too high...and the skin on them felt tight, the nipples ready to burst. The naked reporter had to stare through the valley of her tits to see her stomach begin to dome out and swell. Weight shifted on top of her, the valley growing narrower as her breasts continued to expand, and a queer pressure was building up behind her nipples. It was getting harder to breathe...