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Chapter 19 by Zeebop Zeebop

What does Raven do?

Raven Makes Lois Even More Pregnant

Suddenly, a memory struck Lois Lane. So vivid and powerful a recollection that it was though she was reliving the moment. The reporter recalled going down to a club to track some missing women...hearing rumors about a cult...going down to the basement...eerie déjà vu hit the reporter as she compared the events to those she had experienced tonight, when she had returned to the same club tracing the same rumors...and the reporter's head ached as her mind struggled to comprehend two different timelines. For in the new memories flooding her mind, Lois Lane hadn't been pregnant when she had gone down there...but in tonight's memories, when she had stolen the idol, she had been squat and heavy with child, barely able to move...

"Not child. Children." Raven's voice had an odd character two it, as though two voices were speaking at once, the second voice deeper, and echoing as though from far away. "The Children of Trigon!"

Lois Lane sank to her knees as her gravid stomach seemed to swell with each heartbeat. In her mind's eye she remembered now how the "missing" women, dressed in robes, had captured her. The cult had born her down before the altar, and a red-skinned woman had held the idol to the reporter's belly button...and there was more of that ritual, which Lois remembered only in bits and pieces. The kisses of the women as they adored their new mother, the bitter taste of the strange brew they had **** her to drink, the hard cock that was red as fresh-painted blood that she had crawled upon, as though in a trance, the way she had bounced up and down on that hard dick, begging for babies...

Babies...

Seven deadly sins. Raven's brothers and sisters.

"Congratulations, Miss Lane," the doctor had said, as the sonogram ran over her already protuberant belly. "It's very rare to conceive sextuplets without fertility ****. I should warn you, though, that this might be a complicated pregnancy..."

The doctor hadn't known the half of it.

Lois Lane's stomach felt as heavy as a medicine ball, the white stretch marks on her overstretched skin like pale lightning. The reporter remembered the odd cravings that had come to her...raw meat, strange roots, pints of pigs blood that blurred into pink smoothies. Her gravid gut had seemed to grow every day, and she would be assaulted by dreams...mood swings...the powers of her unborn children almost driving her mad...Raven was pride, and the others...

Lust...there were men that admired the pregnant form. Even when Lois could no longer see her feet, she could still squeeze her ass into a miniskirt, her enormous gut hanging out, no panties. They would come sniffing after her hairy pussy like dogs, and like a bitch in heat she would be bent over in an alley, letting them slide their hard, hot cocks up inside of her, moaning like a whore...

Greed...one man had offered her money...and why not? Lois would have done it for free. That had been the start of her little adventures, and her clients would come to her then, cash in sweaty hand, and Lois would leer at them and take their filthy lucre so that they could wet the babies' heads, and the newborn whore would count the money, and the presents they would bring...

Envy...but she couldn't earn as much as the skinny bitches, with their flat stomachs and big fake tits, the hungry-looking women that looked down on her as a knocked-up slut, and Lois had felt the flare of envy as they walked away to spread their legs for the rich marks, while Lois was getting fucked in the alley for peanuts...

Wrath...Janine had been the step too far, when she started showing, stomach swelling day by day. Now there were two pregnant whores on the same street, and Lois knew she had to make an example of her before anyone else got the idea. The bitch had squirmed as Lois **** her against the wall, the hard glass bottle forcing those cunt lips apart...the bitch would know what it was like to give birth before her bastard ever came...

Sloth...she had to stay home after the cops had come around, trying to find who had put Janine in the hospital, and her maternity leave from the Daily Planet left her with nothing to do. Night after night Lois stayed at home, with only her webcam to get any action going, and the weeks of **** activity took a toll on her figure, not that any of her viewers minded the reporter's swelling tits, now soft sagging bags that rested atop a belly bigger than most women would be at full term, ass spreading by inches...

Gluttony...her biggest tippers came in after Lois Lane broke two hundred pounds. Loved her fat rolls, loved to see her eat. There were daily weigh-ins as Lois neared her fortieth week, and binge-eating sessions, demolishing a stack of pizzas delivered to her apartment, chugging a three-liter bottle of soda, all so that she could show off her massive gut and thunderous thighs. Lately she had taken to pulling her fat milkbags up into her mouth and spraying it into her maw, and my how the tips rolled in...

Lois Lane gasped, on all fours on the floor now as the memories caught up to the present day. Over two hundred and forty bounds, her massive pregnant stomach touching the floor, and she looked up at Raven, those red eyes still glowing on her forehead...the idol was still between her hands...and Lois had a last, **** idea.

What does Lois Lane do?

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