Sleep On It

Lois lay down on the bed, struggling to keep her eyes open. This was too big a decision to do anything rash...and she was so tired. As she settled into her pillow, the reporter rationalized that she would think much more clearly with a few hours of sleep. One hand lay on her belly, the over-full sensation of her womb still a potent, omnipresent sensation...but her body felt so heavy...

She could feel her chest struggle to rise as she tried to breathe, as though something heavy were on it. Her hips and back ached as though she had just completed a workout on the bench press. Nothing about her wanted to move, and especially around her stomach there was just a tremendous sense of weight. So she lay on the bed, pinned down, not even wanting to open her eyes.

The hands on her thighs came as a surprise. Soft and warm, strong and sure, they started near the top of her legs and pressed down, fingers digging in, massaging the muscles. Lois could feel the thumbs press into her inner thighs, spreading her legs a little wider, moving up and down, up and down...

A sudden warm pressure at her cunt sent a warning shiver through the reporter. For the first time, she struggled to open her eyes...even the lids felt heavy, her body not wanting to obey her...but they did, slowly, ever too slowly, even as she felt something soft and warm rubbing at her pussy lips, spreading her lips, positioning itself at the opening to her vagina...

The thrust—the unmistakable familiar penetration—is what finally napped Lois' eyes open. The intruder felt impossibly thick, and should have been stretching her out beyond her limit, but her wet hole accepted it like a familiar friend, and it pressed even deeper...

Three mounds greeted Lois' vision. The foothills she recognized, barely, as tits...heavy, wobbling masses of breastflesh, nipples dark and puffy, far from the pert and tiny tits she recognized, but definitely an explanation for the weight on her chest. Each one must have been the size of her head, and laying down on her back the shapely sacks sagged to either side of her breastbone. Beyond that...

Lois belly wobbled, taut and towering, topped by the small bump of her popped navel. Unlike her breasts, this mountain was hard and unyielding, a great ovoid shape which Lois was pinned beneath, the edges striped with stretch marks. A two-year-old infant could comfortably have fit within the confines of the belly. Yet what worried Lois most is that even from this angle, it looked like she was carrying it low, the bulk of the mass down near her hips...

The cock plunged deeper into Lois, and this time she grunted. The weight of her belly was pressing down on her vaginal canal, making the confines tighter than usual. Lois wanted to peak, to scream, to say anything, but all that came from her throat was a gurgling moan as the intruder worked its way deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"I know this might be a little uncomfortable," the voice came from beyond the belly, "but this is the best way to induce..."

The dick rammed home, hips slamming into Lois' belly, balls crushing against her ass, and for a moment Lois was lost to conscious thought, every iota aware of the sudden prick buried deep in her cunt, as though it wanted to touch the baby...and then the words filtered through, and Lois shivered at what they portended...