I Don't Want To Be Pregnant Alone

The magic compelled Lois Lane's answer. Her deepest desire, if she was **** to admit it, was to start a family...to be pregnant...massively pregnant, unconscionably pregnant, a vast pregnancy that just took over her life and destroyed her figure and left her huge and sexy and swollen to bursting.

Her deepest fear was to do it alone.

To have no one to hold her hand during labor. To help her up in the morning. Make love to her at night. Conjure names with out of a baby book. Help raise them, watch them grow up. Put their hands on her empty belly, the hard cock digging into her ass, and talk about making more.

She had almost been a single parent, with her sister Lucy. After her mother died, her father working all the time, Lois had given up part of her childhood to raise her. The reporter knew how lonely it was, how hard it was. Even for a single mother of a single child, it was rough. Twins...almost impossible. Triplets, quadruplets...there was no way. Simply impossible.

To be pregnant, that pregnant, and alone...it would be hell. The loneliness, the dreary future, too much for any woman to bear.

"What if," Blaze whispered. "You didn't have to do it alone?"

"Then I'd like to get pregnant, massively pregnant." Lois said, without even stopping to think.

A part of her hated how the truth was dragged from her. Easily, automatically, almost without thinking. The deepest, darkest thoughts that she would normally never give voice to, even in her own mind. Yet Blaze knew the questions to unlock her secret lusts...knew which buttons to push.

"There is a price," the demon said, moving forward so that the tip of her cock, warm and rubbery, pressed against the reporter's stomach.

"What price?" Lois asked, knowing that the demon would have to answer honestly.