Like She Swallowed A Beach Ball

When the last egg was released, the cunthugger-drone squirted a final dollop of quick-drying sealant over her cervix to hold everything in place...and its mission done, the robot loosened its grip and fell off.

The reporter's stomach stood out from her body, a distended dome of taut flesh, as elastic as a sausage casing. Unlike a pregnancy, the weight was unevenly distributed, Lois Lane's bloated womb heavier on the bottom, sagging over her thighs, her navel riding high on the mass that hung off her otherwise thin frame.

Lois Lane groaned and shifted. The weight of it was incredible. It felt like...the worst period cramp of her life, but there was no end to it. She shifted on her side, kicking the robot away from her, dragging her heavy gut on the floor.

In the Lab

"We had...121 eggs loaded in that drone," Luthor said, calculating quickly. "That's 7.7 kilograms...nearly 17 pounds. No tearing or stretch marks at all. The ginko solution is really remarkable..."

"But...she can't gestate that many!" Mercy Graves broke in. "The eggs are going to try and draw nutrients from her body, make her think she's pregnant. But that many she can't...she can't possibly survive that. Can she?"

"If left on her own devices, yes. The creatures would consume her from the inside out, like parasitic wasps. However...if she had sufficient energy reserves she might survive the gestation cycle."

Lex Luthor paused, his bald head shiny with sweat. He seemed to make a decision, and pressed a button on the console.

In the White Room

"Lois?" Lex's voice came down to the reporter. She stared up and squinted against the lights. "The creature has implanted you with an excess of eggs. They're going to try and draw nourishment from your body to fuel their growth."

"Get these damn things out of me you bald bastard!" Lois screamed, her decorum evaporated.

"Surgical removal would kill you. There are just too many. We have an emergency procedure for this circumstance, but you need to do exactly what I say..."

A wall dropped down...and a metal chair like a cross between a throne and a gynecologist's chair slid forward. Lois didn't like the look of the stirrups...but in her heart, she knew she had **** except to trust Lex Luthor.

Pushing herself onto her knees, her gut sagging so that she had to drag it along the floor, the reporter crawled towards the chair as Lex Luthor told her what was about to happen.