A Swollen Belly

Lois stared down at a slightly taut, rounded abdomen where only moments ago there had been a flat, toned midriff. Her breasts too were bigger, the nipples darker, blue veins evident beneath the skin. Panicking, she scrambled to her feet, unused to the unfamiliar weight...

And blinked, standing on shaky legs, to see the belly was gone. Lois looked down at herself, perfectly normal. Touched the smooth skin of her stomach, breasts still small, perky half-teardrops. Her heart was still beating fast as she bent over and turned off the water.

My mind's playing tricks, is all. Lois assured herself as she stepped out of the tub. Tiredness, maybe those cocktails, combined with a masturbatory fantasy—that's all it was. Need some sleep.

Lois stepped out of the tub. Behind her, unseen, the white goo began to empty down the drain with a gurgle.

As she toweled off, Lois hummed to the music. She turned to glance in the mirror....

Her belly looked too big. Lois stared at her reflection, and let the towel drop to run her hand across her belly. There was a hardness beneath the skin in her fingertips. She turned so that she could see her profile and frowned at the little pooch—too much for bloating, it really made her abdomen stick out a few inches. Her reflection frowned at her as she raised one hand to heft a breast. It was much more than her customary palmful, far too swollen. Am I retaining water? Lois thought, then dismissed it....and something fluttered beneath her fingers.

Nausea struck Lois as she bolted for the toilet. She almost welcomed the familiar ritual of emptying her guts down into the bowl. Stomach acid, acrid and bitter, came from her mouth, and the salty grey-white good of the cocktails she had drank, reduced to a thin gruel. Lois laid there for a minute, feeling a sudden heat flush through her system. It almost felt like a light fever, but she had experienced that before...first sign of a hangover, the reporter told herself.

The fantasy from earlier flashed through her mind. Lois Lane knocked up. She shivered, still clutching the bowl. Sex fantasies were fun because they weren't reality. Lois had no idea what she would do if she actually was pregnant. It was arousing to think about getting pregnant, but the thought of being pregnant scared the shit out of her. The reporter shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her mind.

Lois got back to her feet, and staggered to the sink. Let the water run over the brush, and then popped it into her mouth. Ran the wet bristles over teeth and gums, scraped away at the tongue. Spit, rinse, repeat. Until the flavor of her sickness was gone. Then she dared to look in the mirror again.

Only her own familiar reflection greeted her. She looked down at her abs, her tits. Did they seem bigger? Lois stared at them, taking shallow breaths, waiting for her heart to calm down.

I'm okay. Lois told herself. Just need to hydrate. Too much booze, not enough food. Tired. That's all.

Lois turned to leave the room. Behind her, cum dripped from the faucet into the sink. The jizz-covered toothbrush lay on the counter in a sticky puddle.