Just One

"I guess...one won't hurt..." Lois Lane said.

Obediently, the reporter opened her mouth. Heart pounding hard in her chest as Aisha slipped the gel capsule onto her tongue...and then the brown hand grabbed her neck, and the other one pinched shut the nostrils.

"Swallow," Aisha said, her brown eyes alight and intense.

Lois gulped. She felt the hard lump slide down her throat...and there was that moment, as she always had with dry-swallowing, where she was afraid it was stuck there...but then she felt it hit her stomach. There was a sensation almost of a fizzing inside of her...

"They say it's like magic," Maria said. She crowded next to Aisha...and Lois felt a hand between her legs, slid along the tight red pants to massage the reporter's crotch. "It takes hold almost instantly."

The reporter coughed. There was a heat building inside of her...palpable, burning, like heartburn. She shivered as an unnatural flush spread out through her torso...and Aisha's let go of Lois' nose, and the hand on her throat turned into a caress of the reporter's cheek.

"You're hot," Aisha whispered. "It's working."

Lois sucked in air...and there was an odd pressure inside of her. It seemed to build and build, the pressure and the heat, shifting oddly in her body...now in her head, now at the base of her spine, now in her breasts...

"She's about to pop!" Maria said, voice giddy. "I wonder what she'll look like..."