Watch One Of The Women Give Birth To A Pregger Plant Pod

Lois was struggling to her knees when she heard one of the women give a little scream.

It was Tonya Wong, the short Asian woman, whose belly bulged obscenely like a woman nine months pregnant. She was grasping her stomach and moaning, face clinched in pain, feet kicking at the dirt. The other three women just looked at her placidly.

"What's...what's going on?" Lois said, two hands on her stomach as she struggled to her feet.

"She's giving birth," the nearest one said. Blonde, leggy. Striated red stretch marks on her abdomen. "The first time, it was a couple days before the pods would ripen enough to push them out. Now, it only takes about six hours. You'll be ripe in a few hours."

Lois shivered. She stared down at where the thick vine disappeared into the young Asian woman's gaping pussy...and millimeter by millimeter, Lois could see it being pushed out, the vine appearing slick with the young woman's juices.

"Is...is there any way to help her?" the reporter asked, horrified.

"If you pull on the vine, you could tear her pussy. But sometimes it helps if you massage her stomach and push."

Staggering to her feet, not used to either the weight of whatever was growing in her womb or of the woody vine hanging from her pussy, Lois Lane crept the few paces over to where Tonya Wong was going through a classic Lamaze exercise: thighs wide, head and shoulders raised up, straining and pushing, breathing in and out. Her little clit was hard as a rock.

Lois slumped down into the dirt right next to Tonya. She could see the little nipples hard as eraser nubs—but darker than they should be, and swollen bigger than in her social media photos. White droplets appeared at her nipples, like beads of sweat.

She's lactating! The pregger plant must trick the body into thinking it's pregnant! Lois realized, as she put her hands on the swollen belly. She could feel a single several hard, round lumps beneath the skin.

"What do I do?" She asked Tonya. The young woman opened her eyes.

"Push!" she whispered through dry lips.

Swallowing hard, the reporter put both hands one on top of the other above the young woman's belly button.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked.

"Go ahead," another woman called. "Bitch loves it."

Lois looked down to Tonya. The Asian woman nodded.

So the reporter squared her shoulders, and put her full body weight down on the basketball-sized belly.

The Asian woman screamed, a gush of fluid bursting from her pussy as more of the pregger plant vine began to swiftly emerge. Lois could feel the stomach shrinking under her hands, the pods becoming more distinct...and then they began to emerge.

The pussy, which Lois thought at it's limit, spread wider as something the size and shape of a coconut was slowly, painfully pushed out of her distended cunt. It was in a clear sleeve, and to Lois Lane's eyes looked something like a giant pea-pod. As she continued to apply pressure, another, still in the same sheath, began to emerge.

It took perhaps half an hour, with Lois Lane's assistance. The belly slowly dwindled. Milk leaked from Tonya's nipples. The moans from Tonya got longer and louder, her pussy squirting whenever the pregger plant pods were at their thickest, pushing her once-slim and fit pussy to horrific dimensions. When the last of the six pregger plant pods emerged, Lois was left staring at the gaping, cavernous ruin of Tonya Wong's pussy...the pink walls still flexing, though whether in orgasm or contraction the reporter could not say.

Worst of all, Lois could feel a steadily building pressure in her own stomach...and a weirdly family itch of sexual tension in her pussy. She didn't have to look down to see that her own nipples were hard...and wondered if one of the women were going to be here to do this for her when it came her time.

No! That can't happen! Lois told herself. I have to get out of here!