More Rescues, More Babies

The young black woman stood on the edge of the roof. It was a ten-story drop. There were tears in her eyes. The wind whipped the shirt up, showing the dark, soft expanse of a bloated brown stomach. Not far along. Ten or twelve weeks...but with twins. Supermom wondered at the sudden instinct that allowed her to judge that so accurately. It was like she could hear the heartbeats, smell the changes in her skin.

She swooped down and landed right next to her.

"Don't," Lois said. "You don't have to do this."

The jumper stared at Lois in amazement.

"You don't understand," the young woman said. "I can't...I can't have a baby, not right now, and I can't afford an abortion and..." She shuddered. "My life is already over!"

Lois took a deep breath. She knew how she must look...her swollen, milky breasts encased in golden cups, the fertility idol nestled securely in her cleavage like an amulet. The distended abdomen that proclaimed she was pregnant...very pregnant. The winged domino mask, bits of golden armor.

"I can help you," Lois said. She stepped forward. "If you...really don't want your babies. I can take them."

The brown eyes stared at her in disbelief. "Babies?"

Lois nodded. "Twins. You didn't know?"

She shook her head. "I just...it's my senior year in highschool. I'm only eighteen."

Supermom stepped within arm's reach.

"This is going to feel a little weird, okay?" Acting on instinct, the reporter reached out and touched the soft brown stomach, just above the navel.

Once again, the skin seemed to ripple. Lois actually saw her fingertips slip inside...and wondered what exactly was happening. Something flowed out of the young black woman and into Lois. The Supermom could feel her stomach get tighter and fractionally heavier as the young woman's stomach shrank. It was impossible to think of the pair of fetuses being transmitted up through the reporter's fingertips...but there was some sort of conservation of mass or energy going on, Lois was sure of that. Matter to energy, then back to matter...rebuilding themselves out of her own flesh and blood. She could feel her unborn load balance itself as the babies inside her adjusted to their new siblings.

As the young woman's stomach returned to being flat, the connection was automatically broken. Somehow, Lois knew that it was like she had never been pregnant at all...and it looked to Lois like she herself was forty weeks pregnant with quadruplets.

The young woman's eyes were wide with shock...hope.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"I'm Supermom!" Lois said...and rose into the sky.

I can't believe I just did that, Lois thought as the wind whipped past her pregnant stomach. I saved a life. I saved three lives. I...feel great! Is this how Superman feels all the time? Great Caesar's ghost, I want to do more, I want to...

Lois Lane stopped in midair. The fertility idol between her breasts was shaking, almost buzzing, causing her armor-clad tits to quiver. She looked around, unsure of what was causing that...and then saw she was hovering right over an abortion clinic.