She Gets More Pregnant

Something lurched inside the reporter's stomach. Her hand went to her swollen abdomen...and she felt the food baby from her massive meal melt away beneath her fingers. In its place, she felt something else. Hard, but slightly yielding, like a balloon...and that grew slowly beneath her fingers. The reporter looked down and saw her stomach recede a little as the food inside her disappeared...but her stomach was still bigger than it was when she started...

...and the rest of the mass had to go somewhere.

The sports top stretched as the reporter's small breasts began to swell. Lois winced at the sore flesh...and realized other parts of her were feeling tighter too. Her thighs were swelling, and she could feel the beginning of muffin-tops puff out at her midriff, over the elastic of her top and bottom. The reporter felt cool air on her exposed belly-button...but that wasn't what worried her.

It was the gurgle of an empty stomach, the sudden burning need and hunger that had her watch as the waitress brought out about twenty pounds of steamed shrimp...

Mouth watering, Lois lurched out of the booth, not caring that her belly was showing. Bits of her were wobbling that hadn't wobbled when she had come in, and Lois Lane's cheeks burned as she realized her ass was shaking a bit as she walkd. The crotch of her elastic pants were tugging at her pussy...and if she gained any more weight, she had no doubt everyone would be able to see the cameltoe.

But what could she do? The babies were hungry.

Lois wasn't sure exactly how she knew, but she seemed to know that she was carrying more than one baby now. The contact with the idol had done something to her. Maybe it had sensed the extra mass and energy available...there had to be some limits to its power. That had to be why Lois had become so consumed by hunger.

It can't create something out of nothing, she thought. So the more I eat...potentially, the more pregnant I could get?

Which, considering Lois was at an all-night all-you-can-eat restaurant and had a credit card, meant that she could potentially leave here very, very pregnant indeed.

As Lois prepared to hit the buffet again, her hand went to her pocket and hit the speed dial on her smartphone. Hopefully, in between mouthfuls as she stuffed her face, her friend would come and help her.