Goddess, I beseech thee! Save my unborn child! Send her to She Who Is To Come!

Lois read the words, her fingers still rubbing at her clit...and then the black screen faded and they were back to the action except...except...

The woman was no longer pregnant. The reporter blinked, almost thrown out of her rhythm of masturbation. The Roman centurions were still holding her down, the black stud was still feeding that dark dick into her pussy, but now her belly was flat...almost as though she had never been pregnant, though the priestess's nipples were still dark and tits looked a bit flabby.

Panting under her breadth, Lois raised her free hand from her swollen stomach to her own breast, up under her shirt. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as she squeezed the tit. Her bra felt far too tight right then, but she was too taken with her need to get off to take it off. The big black dick was disappearing into that cunt faster and faster, and Lois jilled herself faster and faster in response, feeling herself on the edge...

The priestess was staring straight into the camera, even though she was getting railed hard, and her lips were moving. Lois could almost sense what was about to happen and mentally willed it not to cut out of the action again, not when she was so close.

Black screen. White text.

The reporter grunted with frustration...and then her eyes read the words.

To you who see this,
who must labor in my place...
Take care of my child.

Something shifted inside of Lois Lane, like a cramp. She felt unexpected wetness on the fingers grasping her breast. There was a wet spot on her shirt, over the nipple.

The screen ended, and the black centurion was pulling out; Lois caught a glimpse of a greyed-out pussy filled with white sperm...and then the black man switched with one of the other centurions, and it was clear to Lois that they were each going to take their turn. She was more focused on the unexpected changes in her body.

Looking around swiftly, to make sure no one was watching, the reporter lifted up her shirt...

The bra was too tight. Her palmable breasts were overflowing the cups, looking softer and paler than before, the blue veins more prominent than she had ever seen them. What she could see of her nipples was darker than their normal pink, too; very definitely brown, and they were leaking something...white...

No, Lois thought as the cramp in her belly slowly released, a weird flutter in her stomach. Her fingers mechanically stabbed at her pussy, still so close to an orgasm that refused to arrive. On the screen, as the woman was fucked by one centurion another was feeding their cock into her mouth. No, that's impossible...I can't be...it was just a movie...

The cramp never quite ended when the muscles began to contract again. Lois Lane looked down at herself...the bloated belly, the swollen tits...if she didn't know better she would think she looked...just like the pregnant woman in the movie.