Lois Is In Denial

"No," Lois said out loud, staring at herself in the cam. "Bullshit. Camera adds ten pounds. Everyone knows that."

Staring down at herself, Lois frowned to see the gentle swell of the belly between her breasts, just eclipsing her carefully-trimmed pubic hair. She could still see her toes, but the reporter should have been able to see her pussy and the tops of her thighs without leaning forward.

"I just ate. Just a little bloated." Lois rubbed her tummy, which felt hard beneath her fingertips. She even felt bloated, like she had eaten too much. "Might have to do some more sit-ups, that's all. My metabolism isn't like it was back in college."

She stared ruefully down at her stomach. "I'm not pregnant."

There was something else wrong about the sight, though, and it took Lois a moment to realize what was bothering her.

"What the hell is going on with my tits?"

Vaguely, Lois realized she had been going through more bras than usual lately. It seemed impossible to find one that fit, and lately they had been sore. But staring down at her chest, her boobs just looked...gigantic, sitting fat and heavy on her chest. She must have put on three cup sizes in the last six months. Blue veins stood out prominently beneath the pale skin, and the nipples...

Lois' nipples had been pink, small, cute, well-proportioned. But now they jutted out proud and defiant in the cool air, thick and perceptibly darker than before, the little bumps around them were bigger too. She took a deep breath, watching them rise and fall above her swollen middle.

"Okay, so I've put on some weight. Breasts are mostly fat, it's totally logical some of the weight has gone to my chest. Doesn't mean I've been...knocked up."

Her stomach rumbled, and despite the fact that she had just eaten and felt over-full, she was also definitely hungry.

"I took the test. I'm not pregnant, I'm just not, this is just nerves. Too many horror stories." She marched into the bathroom to look at the pregnancy test. Just to put her mind at rest.