Lois Has To Pee

Lois Lane wasn't sure what was growing in her womb. She was now, however, very clearly aware that all of it was pressing on her bladder. The reporter pressed her knees together as sudden, urgent need struck her. Before she could escape, the reporter desperately needed to find a bathroom.

"Even a sink," the half-naked reporter muttered to herself.

Doing her best to remain silent and clutching at her swollen abdomen, the reporter tried the handle of the door. It turned without resistance, and Lois eased it open. She glimpsed a short hallway with a door to the left, decorated by a potted plant, leading into a storage area—napkins, glasses, cases of beer and bottles of liquor—and against the far wall, another door. Lois licked her lips. Based on the booming music coming through the walls, that door probably led back to the club proper.

Except something felt wrong, besides her about-to-burst-bladder. There were no guards, the door wasn't locked...this was too easy. Lois carefully opened the door wider, stepped out...the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She felt as if someone was watching her, but there were no visible cameras...

The reporter glanced at the door to the left...and let out a sigh of relief. Through the narrow doorway she saw a toilet, another potted plant, a sink. Without a second thought, the reporter squeezed her new bulk through the narrow door, shut and locked it. The bottomless reporter eased herself down on the seat just in time as the seal broke, and she gasped in near-orgasmic bliss as the piss she'd been holding voided out of her.

Panting from her recent exertions, Lois Lane was surprised to find that her hands had instinctively moved to cup her gravid abdomen. The reporter stayed on the toilet for a moment, even after she was done, running her hands over the taut skin. A part of her wondered what exactly was growing inside of her. A human-plant hybrid? A giant seed? Would she have to give birth to it, or would doctors have to operate?

A sound drew Lois Lane's attention away from these ruminations.

The reporter's gaze drifted past the dome of her belly, which filled her lap. The potted plant that she shared the bathroom with—which looked like a kind of fern—had begun to shake. Lois Lane's brow furrowed...and then she saw the golden particles falling from the fronds. A dusting covered her belly...and Lois felt, as much as heard, the strong growl that came from deep within her distended womb.