Can't Wait To Meet Her

They put her in a hospital chair, and wheeled Lois into the ward. The reporter was still naked, except for the plug that kept the cum from leaking out. She noticed that the doors to the ward locked, and the black woman used a keycard to open them. Still, Lois thought it better to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut...

There were four doors on "The Ward." Three rooms, two beds to a room. Each room could be separated by curtains, and the doors were unlocked; the fourth room had toilets and showers. No windows, and the light fixtures were guarded by metal cages that cast weird shadows on the pale green tile of the floors and walls. It was all very...institutional. More like a mental ward than a women's prison, and Lois had visited both as a reporter.

The women eyed her as Lois was wheeled in. Lois knew their faces, and could name each one. Jenny Dunlap. Mara de la Cruz. Diana Reynolds. Tonya Wong. The four women that had gone missing. All of them naked. Not really showing their pregnancies yet, but their pudenda seemed swollen and puffy, and Lois guessed that was an after-effect of the treatment. They hung back as the black woman wheeled Lois to an empty bed, their eyes hungry.

"Here you go, honey," the nurse said, depositing Lois in the third bedroom. "Your new home for the next forty weeks."

Lois smiled and stood up from the chair. The nurse turned and wheeled the empty chair away, slid her badge into the electronic lock. The door closed with a harsh metallic click of bolts behind her.

The reporter stood tall, not trying to hide her grossly distended pussy, or even the slight swell of her abdomen. The women watched her...and one of them, though Lois wasn't sure which, was her new roommate. She knew that she needed to break the ice somehow.

"So," she said with a smile. "What do you ladies do for fun around here?"