Lois Smash!

Maybe it was the hormones flooding through her system. Rage boiled in Lois Lane, her heart pounding, ears buzzing. She crossed the room in two steps and grabbed the gravid idol raising it above her head in one smooth motion. Her arms and longs strained and trembled but it was too late to stop herself. The reporter wanted to destroy the hateful thing.

Lois did not let it drop. She brought it down with all of her strength, hard enough to break the linoleum. The stone cracked, shattered, only the belly remaining intact as the pendulous breasts broke off, the limbs smashed. Surprisingly thinner than it appeared. The reporter brought her heel down on that misshapen lump of a head, which seemed to leer at the pregnant woman, and felt a grim satisfaction as the surprisingly soft stone ground into powder beneath her bare foot.

What followed was an orgy of ****, a storm of pent-up emotion unleashed the naked reporter with her swollen stomach stomping the crumbling remnants of the statue. It felt good to smash, to let loose, all of her punt up emotion spent...the reporter fell to her knees and picked up the broken statue. The widest, most solid part of it was still that pregnant stomach, and Lois brought it over her head and smashed it back down into the powdery remnants of the rest of it, the stomach splitting with an ear-splitting CRACK.

The reporter paused and blinked, panting. The rage drained from her in a moment. She stared into the ruins of the idol.

The statue's stomach had been hollow.

With shaking fingers, the reporter carefully moved the broken pieces aside.

There was pale, smooth figure of a fetus, curled up upon itself. Utterly faceless, simple in construction but infinitely finer than the crude idol that had been built around it. Tiny whirls had been worked into its surface with tremendous precision, and as Lois brought it up to admire the figure, she could see the final blow had broken the back, a ragged line that ran along the spine like a seam.

Something glinted within. Lois turned it over, curiosity overpowering her as she turned it to catch the light. Ran a thumbnail into the crack, the hard clay giving a little. It gleamed...