Lois Hires Some Whores

Early in her career, Lois Lane had done a piece on sex workers. She hadn't participated in their business, but she had interviewed them without judging them, been calm and conscientious, and hadn't outed them to law enforcement or in the public. For years afterward, she had kept in touch with them at intervals. Most left the life. One or two went to prison. One had become a madame and had continued to serve as a contact for Lois from time to time.

So Lois knew exactly who to call to find some young, healthy, willing young wombs.

The four ladies that showed up all looked to be eighteen or nineteen, dressed in tight shorts and heels, t-shirts but not bras. It almost hurt her to see such fresh, young faces and bodies, who hadn't been in the "life" very long. Her friend had assured her that none of them had a **** habit...yet...and all of them were clean, no STDs either. A sprinkling of tattoos, piercings, but Lois could sense a skittishness to them. They were new at this. That was good.

Prime breeding material.

"Ladies," Lois said as they filed into the nursery. Blaze was still in her human form, stacking wads of hard currency wrapped in rubber bills into four piles. Both of them had done their best to make themselves presentable...but this was going to get weird, and the reporter didn't see any reason to hide that. "I trust your employer told you what we're after?"

"Boss bitch said you wanted us to be surrogates. Hundred thousand each," the oldest, tallest one said. Her hair was in cornrows, dark brown eyes hard. Probably the most experienced of the bunch.

Lois nodded. "That's right."

A Mexican girl with glasses and braces almost looked ready to bolt for the door, nervous as a deer caught in the headlights. Lois pegged her as a nerd.

"Here's the deal: I need four embryos implanted. You will be paid one hundred thousand dollars in cash, and in exchange you will get impregnated with a single fetus. You walk out of here with the money and a full womb."

"What if we say no?" A white girl, skinny and wearing a cowboy hat.

Lois nodded at the door. "Then leave. No one will believe you."

The cowgirl turned and left. The other three looked at each other. Finally, the nerdy Mexican girl spoke up.

"What if we get...more than one fetus?"

Lois smiled. "One hundred thousand each."

The three whores hesitated. Then a second one shook her head, and turned and left.

The tall, black woman sucked her teeth. "We gotta give birth? What happens to the babies after?"

Lois stared her in the eye. "Up to you. Raise them on your own, give them up for adoption."

Hesitation weighed against greed. She eyed the pile of money Blaze hovered over.

"I'll take one," the black woman said.

"I'll...I'll take the other three!" the nerdy girl said. Lois smiled. Pregnancy fetishist there, she had no doubt.

"Lovely. Take off your clothes and lie down on the mattresses, please."

It was not unlike a surgical theatre. A sheet was drawn across the naked sex workers, so that they couldn't see what Blaze did. Lois counted out the cash and placed it nearby where the women lay.

The black woman was first. The demonic dickgirl picked up one of the babies...Tonya Wong...and brought her near the naked pussy, feet first.

What followed was odd, even for Lois Lane's experience. The belly button of the baby seemed to unspool and snake out into the tight, small opening. The sex worker looked uncomfortable, but said nothing. As the connection was made, the baby seemed to shrink in Blaze's hands. Gently, she pressed the shrinking child against the birthing hole...and it wasn't quite like watching a birth in reverse. There was no grunting, no pain, no blood or fluids. The dark brown curtains simply seemed to part and swallow the tiny figure hole. Blaze's hand guided the diminishing fetus along its journey...and within a moment, she took her hand out.

That was that.

"You can get dressed, take your money, and go now," Lois said.

The whore looked at Lois strangely for a moment...and then did so. There were questions in those dark eyes, and a part of Lois wished that she could answer them.

"What if I get an abortion?" she asked, staring straight into Lois Lane's eyes.

"You won't," Blaze said, and there was something about the way she said it that sent a shiver down the reporter's spine. "You will give birth in forty weeks to a healthy baby girl."

There was a finality to that statement that made Lois feel queasy. She wasn't sure if it was just psychology or if Blaze had pronounced some kind of magical command...but the pregnant black woman left, and they had only their other surrogate left, and three babies.

"What's your name?" Lois asked the nerdy young woman.

"Juanita," the Mexican woman smiled. Lois knelt down on the floor beside Jaunita and her pile of three hundred thousand dollars. The young woman was fleshy, with wide hips, and breasts that were already sagging a little. Instinctively, Lois slipped her hand into the woman's. She couldn't see that Blaze was bringing up the three babies, each preternaturally quiet. "It's not so bad."

Lois couldn't see it this time...but she could imagine the pink snake of the umbilical cord, the cervix unnaturally opening to receive it, the placenta growing in the womb. The baby shrinking as it was fed into its mother-to-be's hairy cunny...the walls stretching to receive it, then doing a strange reverse contraction to help carry it inside.

The cheeks of Juanita began to glow. A light perspiration broke out all over her body, the tiny nipples stiff and hard. Her fingers clamped around the reporter's hand, and Lois wasn't sure what was happening until a tiny, ecstatic moan shook the young prostitute's entire body...

...and there were two more babies to go.

The reporter held her hand through it all. She felt the cervical cap in her own pussy, and wondered whether she was, or was soon to be, pregnant herself. The odds seemed good, considering the amount of Blaze's seed inside of her, and her own cycle. Juanita moaned and squirmed, the sheet shaking as her belly heaved...Lois could almost imagine it looked a little taut and swollen, though she knew that was unlikely. Blaze was regressing the babies down to fertilized embryos, to recreate the whole stage of life from the moment of implantation. Old souls in new bodies.

"Aaagh! Huh huh huh," Juanita panted. Blaze stood up, her hands slick.

"That's it," the dickgirl said. "Congratulations on your triplets."

It took Juanita a few minutes to recover...and then she dressed, quickly but with a surfeit of caution. Lois caught her touching her stomach, as if unable to realize that she was pregnant...but the money was real, and Blaze gave her a small black backpack to carry it.

"Thank you," Jaunita said...and then she turned and was gone.

To leave Lois and Blaze alone in the nursery.

"Well, that was straightforward, if expensive," Blaze said. "Now what?"