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Chapter 19 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Does Lois Do Now?

Get Fucked

Lois strained to sit up...to raise her arms...to scream aloud a denial, a protest, anything to get the person fucking her to stop...

Then that thick prick drew itself out of her and was rammed back in, like an old key sliding into a worn, well-oiled lock. Lois' brain didn't shut down, and she was still aware every moment of her pounding, but her protest came out as ecstatic grunts, her limbs were too weak to lift her up against the mass of belly and tits that pinned her against the bed, and despite every fiber of her mind that screamed against what she was seeing, what was being done to her, Lois could feel her body react...her face flushing, her heart beating more strongly in her chest, her swollen nipples standing hard and erect, her already wet pussy growing warm and dripping...

...and the pounding was speeding up.

Lois hated it. Hated the way her body was responding, pussy gripping the invader tight, thighs quivering as those hands grasped her thighs, breasts heaving as that oh-so-familiar cock found its rhythm, scraping against that spot inside of her with every stroke and counter-stroke. She hated the way her body welcomed them in, and how it felt so damn good, even with the massive weight of her belly, even being unable to move...because, right now, what she wanted to do was wrap her legs around their back and draw them in deeper, to never let them go, to fondle her own fat, swollen tits, to scream and shout and buck and...

Lois hated how much she loved getting fucked like this.

The hands shifted from her thighs, sliding down around her hips and lifting up her lower body a little. Lois groaned involuntarily as the great dome of her belly rose and her tits slid toward her face, feeling the shift in weight on her spine, pressing up against her internal organs. From this angle, her unseen lover had better leverage, pounding deeper, faster... Lois heard a panting and realized it wasn't her own. Acting on autopilot Lois' felt her kegel muscles squeeze and relax, milking the invading cock, and the panting gave way to a familiar and gratifying deep purr that eventually resolved itself into words.

"Oh yeah babe...you know I love it when you do that...keep it up and...I think I'm going to...wet...the baby's head..."

The words trailed off into a series of grunt, the thrusts lost their timing becoming pounding and erratic, hands gripping Lois' hip so tight that they hurt, and yet a thrill ran up Lois' spine, a feeling that the expectant reporter recognized as...anticipation. Realization struck her what was about to happen a moment before her lover shoved the hard cock deep inside her, and a liquid warm added itself to the strangely satisfying sensation of being filled.

Lois didn't cum...not an unfamiliar sensation. Sometimes, it was just good exercise, and as her unseen lover lowered her hips down to the bed, Lois' pussy clamped hard on it, feeling her climax start to fade away, leaving her a little agitated. She wondered if it was possible to reach her slit with her hands, with her belly this big...

Her belly moved.

It was more than just seeing it, although Lois definitely noticed the skin bulge from within, some hard little thing pressing against its cage. She could feel it within, a sudden tumbling as the contents rearranged itself. A sudden terrible urge to pee hit Lois, and she knew, although she didn't know how, that her passenger was pressing on her bladder. It was so weir to feel that thing moving independently inside of her...and the strangest, most horrific thing of all was how terrible familiar it was. Like she had been experiencing this for weeks.

"Looks like we woke the babies." The panting broke into a chuckle, but Lois was more focused on the sudden tremendous pressure. She had never had to pee this bad in her life. The reporter tried to hold it, biting her lip but...a sudden burst of fluid flooded her cunt, and Lois had to hold her tongue against the roof of her mouth to contain her relief.

"Oh wow," the voice floated over the belly, the passenger...or was it passengers?...still moving within. "I think it's time, Lois."

Time For What?

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