Mara de la Cruz—Surrogate Mom

That sensation again. Not like turning in place, but as though the world moved around Lois Lane...blurring and indistinct for a moment, gut churning as though she fell without moving...and when it stopped, Blaze's hand was on the small of her back and they stood not in an accountant's office.

The room was larger than the reporter's bedroom. The walls were painted to resemble a forest with the trees arching overhead to a sky full of stars, and bay windows let in light, trimmed with soft green curtains. There were four cribs...a changing table...a cabinet with stacks of folded cloth diapers, clothes, blankets. Everything soft, new. Waiting for only one thing.

Well, four things, the reporter judged.

A woman waddled in. her belly entering the room a full two feet before the rest of her. Immense breasts sagged in the blue gingham gown she wore, hands resting majestically on that great gravid sphere. Lois looked into eyes, and Mara de la Cruz did not see Lois...she was staring at the nursery, a placid and content smile on her face.

A man and a woman followed her into the room. The woman was thin, darkly-featured, but her face was drawn, limbs stick-like. Her breasts were bigger than Lois might expect to see on her thin frame, and the reporter could clearly see they were implants...nothing a child could latch onto.

"A few more weeks," the man said. He was tall, handsome, his shoulders broad inside his suit, darker than his wife, with piercing brown eyes and a carefully trimmed goatee touched with grey. "My wife and I are so looking forward to our little ones...we've been trying so long..."

The thin woman reached over and touched Maria's stomach proprietarily.

"I...we...always wanted a large family," the woman said. Maria smiled, and began to lift up her skirt with the ease of long practice. It was like the curtain rising before the show, and Lois gasped as she saw the gown fold up atop that massive sphere, the livid red stretchmarks, the greedy, claw-like hands that grasped the naked stomach...and Mara wasn't wearing any underwear beneath.

The husband moved in from behind, his strong hands groping Mara's swollen, bra-less tits through the dress. Dark circles showed on the fabric where the milk was oozing out in response to his squeezing.

"We were hoping," he said. "That when you had recovered you might be willing...handle another contract. The doctor thinks you could handle six next time, after you heal."

"You would stay here, with us, of course," the wife said. She leaned forward to stare Mara in the face. "For the entire duration of the pregnancy."

Mara's placid grin widened. "Will that include...all services, madame?"

The husband was already lifting up the pregnant woman's skirt. The threesome moved toward the crib. They pulled the gown off of her body, and as Mara leaned forward, gripping the crib for support, the husband had already unzipped his pants...and the wife was crawling, down bellow that belly, tongue licking at the clit as her husband fed his cock into that tight, pregnant snatch...

"Not everyone's dream," Blaze said, her palm a warm spot on the reporter's lower back. "But you can see how happy she is. No hard labor here...well, perhaps once every ten months or so. The family is rich, and her wish includes certain upgrades...no miscarriages, easy recuperation from the effects of pregnancy...I actually gave her a slight healing factor, though she doesn't know it."

Lois let out a breath and shook her head. It wasn't any kind of life she could have imagined for herself...yet there it was.

"Alright. Show me the next one. Show me...Jenny Dunlap."