Lois Starts To Show

There was a door at the back of the bathroom. Lois Lane's legs felt like jelly, but Angelica Blaze held her up, grabbed her pants and clothes in one arm, and walked the reporter through the door. The reporter knew she should probably put up a fight, but she could feel the things Blaze had implanted in her churn, sliding down through her guts...and growing.

Beyond the door was a hallway, the hallway led to a stairwell. Bare concrete, no paint, no graffiti or litter, lit only by bare, dim, ancient bulbs. No one had been down this way for years, but Blaze seemed to know exactly where she was going, easily carried the reporter's weight as they made their way down the steps.

She placed a hand on her midsection. Things were moving there. The reporter grimaced, feeling them grow bigger, stretching her guts. More than that, she began to feel tired...achey...and warm. By the time her foot landed on the bottom step, Lois was practically shivering, teeth chattering, her body suffused with heat like a fever, even her eyeballs felt hot and twitchy...and her pussy felt wet, sweaty, unaccountably horny despite the sex she had just had.

Worse than that, she was starting to show.

Her abdomen bulged out unnaturally, as though at the end of the first trimester of pregnancy. The one flat stomach was bloated and, beneath the reporter's fingertips, hard. She could feel the three things...what Blaze had called her babies...each one distinct, crammed into her guts, making their way down.

Angelica led Lois through another door. She blinked her fevered eyes, taking in a large room which had been split down the middle by a length of tape. On the left, a woman's bedroom with queen-sized bed, flatscreen television, laptop, a black dressing table with mirror, a metal bar in the wall serving as closet for a dozen dresses, clothes underneath in a cheap plastic dresser. On the right...three large cribs, colorful foam mats, a chest of toys, the bare concrete walls painted with cartoon characters.

"What...?" Lois asked, not sure how to finish the question. Sudden nausea struck her, and all strength left her legs. The dickgirl dropped the reporter's clothes unceremoniously on the floor to scoop her up, holding Lois easily in her arms.

"Welcome home," Angelica said, rubbing her head gently against the reporter's fevered brow. "Mommy."