One Of The Other Women Goes Into Labor

A deep moan broke Lois Lane's concentration. Another of the women—Mara de la Cruz—was grabbing her distended abdomen, clenching her teeth, thighs quivering as she began to push. With a curse under her breath, the reporter trudged to the woman's side, the thick vine trailing between her legs, her own stomach feeling like it was growing with every passing minute.

"What do I do?" Lois said, as she sank down heavily beside the laboring woman. "How can I help?"

"H-hose," Mara said, pointing behind her. "Water, please."

The reporter pushed herself back up on her legs and wobbled. There was a metal spigot emerging from the floor, and a garden hose coiled around that. It looked just long enough to reach the assembled women...and was about as far as Lois could go with the vine still attached to the pregger plant.

A sudden urge shot through her to just go—to pull against the vine, to leave, to escape—and then Mara gave a little scream, and Lois twisted the spigot, hefted the hose, and made her way back to the suffering woman. She brought the hose to Mara's lips, the young woman gratefully gulping down the cold water.

This labor lasted longer. The reporter was there to hold her hand, asking questions, getting the story of how they were tricked down here out of them piecemeal. Her stomach groaned as though she had eaten too big a meal, and the vine was thickening, spreading her pussy slowly wider and wider apart...and deep inside, Lois wondered if it was doing the same thing to her womb.

Finally, the time came once again for Lois to place her hands on that bulging belly. Felt the hard nodules of the pregger plant pods within.

"Deep breath," she said, trying to ignore how far her own stomach was sticking out. "This is going to hurt...I think..."

Lois pushed down with all her strength.

One by one, the pregger plant pods slid out, in their oddly penile sheath. A part of Lois wondered how small they were when they went in. How it worked. The pods were still attached to the plant, receiving nutrients...they didn't seem to be taking anything from the women. Or were they? Mara gasped and shuddered in orgasm as the pods stretched her cunt past the breaking point for any normal woman. They had to be affecting the women's bodies, but were the women affecting them...

She was sweating and panting as the last pod was pushed out. Her stomach felt huge...she looked down to see it standing out as if she'd swallowed a bowling ball, her breasts starting to feel sore and puffy as well.

Lois had time to drag the pod away from Mara's pussy when she heard Diana Reynolds start to gasp and hyperventilate. The reporter hauled herself over to the woman's side, a sick feeling in her growing gut that she would have to help all four of the women deliver before she had a chance to escape...and by then, she knew, it might be her turn...