She Stays...And Watches

Lois watched the lights and images flicker over Maria's features. There didn't seem to be any harm in staying, at least for right now. Vaguely she could hear the testimonials that were playing on the screen, women that sounded happy about having Lex Luthor's babies, the opportunities that opened up for them...some of them were even thinking about doing it again...

The reporter cradled her stomach, thinking of her own unborn child within. Little more than a clump of cells right now. The next nine months was going to be challenging—life changing. And she was going to have to go through it all alone. No LexCorp-sponsored pregnancy for her. She wasn't even dating anyone.

Absently, she noticed how Maria's eyes had dilated, and a flush had spread across the younger woman's cheeks. The nipples with their little barbells were visibly stiff, tenting out her shirt...and her pussy, which Lois could just see buried between her legs, was a wet line, gently leaking into the chair.

Lois frowned. That wasn't right, surely? Nothing the reporter was hearing on screen should be causing that kind of excitement, not unless Maria had a fetish...

Maybe that's it. Lois' heart jumped a little. Maybe the idea of getting pregnant excites her. I know it excites me... The thought trailed off into confusion. Lois rubbed her pussy through her pants, feeling the damp underwear press into her pussy. It gets me wet. Since when does the idea of getting impregnated get me wet?

The reporter's mind rolled around the thought, but there was something...stopping her. Whenever she tried to think of certain things, her mind went blank, or memories just...ceased. She frowned, brow furrowing. In front of her, Maria was spreading her legs wider, shifting lower in her chair, pushing her pussy forward. Absently, Lois rubbed her own crotch harder.

I'm not dating anybody. How did I get pregnant? I don't...I don't do one-night stands.

The reporter's heart was thumping, and she noticed the testimonials had ended, and the soundtrack had changed to a kind of thumping, sub-sonic beat that vibrated through the floor. It made Lois a little dizzy...and she couldn't imagine what it must be like for Maria, who was right in the middle of it, eyes wide, the screen practically strobing in front of her, pink and white, pink and white...

When did I get pregnant. I mean, I know I am. I...know...I am... I can feel...I must have taken a test, right? I don't remember...why can't I remember?

The chair was changing. Lois watched in mute fascination as the seat reclined, and the front portion rose up to support Maria's legs...and then the part supporting her legs split down the middle, moving in opposite directions, spreading her legs. The pink pussy was on full display now, glistening, and there was something coming from the speakers, some words that Lois couldn't make out over the pounding, erratic, beat, but she could see the young woman's lips move and she was saying "Yes...Yes..." when prompted.

And the whole thing was damnably familiar to Lois. She could feel the shape of the thing, the hole in her memory. Everything surrounding her baby, her pregnancy, her impregnation...it was like there was something she didn't want herself to know, like a word on the tip of her tongue or the name of a forgotten actor, but it was about the baby...

As the reporter watched a panel opened in front of the chair and tools began to emerge on mechanical arms, extending out and curving up to face Maria's cunt...and Lois Lane experienced a powerful sensation of deja vu...