Negative

The waiting was the worst part. Lois rubbed her thighs together and looked down at her slightly bloated belly. It was probably all just her imagination. A result of having too much to drink and the suggestiveness of that gravid idol.

Not that she minded the idea of having a kid—someday. It was everything that led up to it. Months of gaining weight, belly ballooning, nipples darkening, the veins popping out on her tits, that dark line down the belly...getting fat...morning sickness...swollen ankles...and then the birth. The Daily Planet's star reporter had reported from warzones and morgues, but the idea of something the size of a watermelon coming out of her own pussy...and all the potential complications...made her shiver.

It wasn't the first time, either. There had been times in college when she'd sat just like this, cursing her own stupidity. For getting drunk at a party and forgetting a condom. For letting the guy with the big dick try to fuck her with a too-small condom that broke. For that one time with the funnel...and that other time, when she was on the pill and had gotten used to raw sex, then forgot to renew her prescription. Lois had been afraid to let her boyfriend even touch her for a week until she could get more pills...

She had never caught. Always been just careful enough.

The problem, she admitted to herself, is that Lois loved getting fucked raw. Liked it when they came in her, even if she couldn't always feel it. The warm too-wet drip of her freshly creamed pussy...and the taboo thought that this time, maybe this time, she would be too late. Let the pills go too long. Spermicide didn't work. It was part of the reason why Lois had never gotten an IUD. Now...

She looked at the test again. It must have been five minutes by now...and the strip remained blank. No line.

Negative.

Stress fled out of Lois as her whole body relaxed. A pointless scare. She stood up off the toilet, setting the test on the edge of the counter. Something about the negative test reinvigorated her—the whole idea of pregnancy must have worried her more than she admitted. Even the nausea from before had subsided, and in its place Lois' stomach rumbled. The image of the pint of butter-pecan ice cream she kept in the freezer for "emergencies" floated through her brain, and smiled.

While I'm up and awake, I might as well do some research. Lois' thoughts ran as she fetched out the ice cream, and sat down in front of her laptop. Let's see what we can find out about this idol...

In the bathroom, on the counter by the sink, the discarded test lay momentarily forgotten. Slowly, the line turned blue.