Lois Lane is 145 Pounds...And Gaining

Omph, rowmph, grourch. Lois Lane was a noisy eater, and she devoured food with the single-minded focus of a competitive eater. In an hour, a considerable chunk of the available food had gone.

Raven and Blaze looked on with a combination of fascination and horror as Lois Lane stripped a plate of chicken wings, her fingers slippery with orange grease as she immediately reached for a plate of microwaved egg rolls.

Most of the weight had gone to her belly. The distended stomach was hanging between her thighs, like a basketball in a hoodie. The rest of the food-mass though...her thighs had thickened, and her hips had spread with disconcertingly audible cracks. The slow march of her once boyish ass now stretched out Raven's unitard until it looked like it was giving her a wedgie. Her breasts were now resting on the table like two soft balloons, bits of feed and gravy dripping into the reporter's brand-new cleavage.

Her whole body had a softer look to it, real curves, and even the beginning of what might be fat-folds around the waist...but she wasn't pudgy so much as voluptuous.

It was at the tipping point though. Another ten or fifteen pounds and Lois would start to have a double chin, and the bouncy bubble butt would start to sag into flab.

"We should...stop this," Raven said as Lois finished the egg rolls and reached for a gallon of milk to chug to wash it down. "I mean, she has to have put on enough mass, right?"

"I suppose so," Blaze said, just a hint of regret in her voice. "Damn, though, looking at her now...she was so flat before! I'm hard just looking at her."

She was, too. Raven looked down and saw the demon's erection poking out from her spare cloak. Just looking at the throbbing red dick was making Raven feel...odd...

Lois Lane set the empty galloon of milk down and covered her mouth as she gave a quiet, lady-like burp. She leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily for a moment...and the sound of ripping cloth caught everyone's attention.

The tear had begun at the reporter's navel. The cloth, meant for Raven's washboard abs, had been stressed far beyond its tolerances, and the little pop of her belly button from an innie to an outie had begun a cataclysmic wardrobe failure. The unitard had split all the way down to her crotch, and all the way up to her engorged breasts, which had begun to lactate, forming dark, wet circles.

The pregnant reporter rubbed the taut skin of her belly. Even as they watched, the little layer of fat over it shrank as the demonspawn inside her womb grew, making the massive belly grow just a bit more.

"Am I big enough yet?" Lois said, hands rubbing her enormously gravid abdomen, as though amazed that was all her.