Order Food; She's Starving

Lois Lane's bloated stomach growled at the taste of milk. She felt ravenous...and for more than whatever she could scrounge from the fridge. Within moments she was picking through the menu of a delivery place from the app on her smartphone, picked out enough Chinese food to feed three people, and stabbed the order button.

That was one of the nice things about Metropolis, Lois had to admit as she rubbed her swollen stomach and stared sullenly at the idol. Cities bred pollution and crime, they were crowded and noisy, but the food was often amazing. Within half an hour, a veritable feast would be on Lois Lane's doorstep.

The reporter threw on a Japanese robe, black silk embroidered with cranes, and began to pick up odd items that the delivery person might see from the doorway. Her nipples ached, but the reporter didn't want to try milking herself, at least not until she ate something. Her stomach rumbled audibly, and there was a gnawing ache inside as though she had just finished a marathon.

Nor was that the only thing Lois felt a hunger for.

The robe was normally modest enough, but with her noticeably swollen belly it rode up high on her thighs, so that Lois was pulling it down to cover her ass...and then pulling it down again to cover her pussy. Horniess was sometimes a symptom of her period too, though a rare one; most of the time she didn't want to even think about it. Now, her thighs rubbed together, and the reporter was glad that her flow had stopped, because if it hadn't she'd be making an absolute mess.

In the back of her mind, she wondered what the delivery person would be like. Her mind ran through old porn scenarios, the big-dicked delivery guy, the big-titted delivery girl...she found her hands wandering, moving between her thighs, rubbing her aching breasts. On her smartphone, a glowing line tracked the course of her feast as it got ever closer, pausing at lights then surging forward...

Lois Lane looked at herself in the mirror. The robe showed off quite a bit of cleavage, and barely covered enough of her ass and pussy to be decent. It would be quite easy to accidentally flash the delivery person...and a wicked part of her wanted to do it.

They won't take it as a pass, Lois thought to herself. It'll just be a bit of harmless fun. Give them a good memory to take home with them, and after I eat I can fuck myself silly thinking about it.

Her body shivered, and Lois wondered if that was her blood sugar crashing. She really needed to eat...and she had already committed to the idea to play up the sexy customer. Nothing would come of it, but she needed to do something...