Sleep

Lois' eyes widened. She began to shake, unable to stop shivering as Angelica Blaze's words sank in.

"Tonight?" Her usually calm voice quavered. "That's impossible. It takes months..."

She let the statement trail off into nothingness. Lois had already seen and felt the impossible tonight. This amazing, fecund lover was something else, something more than human...and for the first time since she had dropped her panties tonight, Lois knew real fear. Both for herself, and what was growing within her.

Her lover smiled, bringing a stained hand up to the reporter's eyes. Lois squirmed in the impossibly strong grip as the fingers, covered with blood and cum, gently drew the lids over her eyes.

"Sleep, Lois." Angelica whispered. "You will need to be well-rested for what is to come."

Lois fought the compulsion. The soft, warm darkness did not claim her easily, though it tugged at her mind. Her body went limp, consciousness straining, eyelids heavy and falling, but she clung on to wakefulness against the overpowering tiredness that made her body heavy, her limbs unable to move.

Every iota of the reporter's will was focused on staying awake, but she could feel herself being lifted, carried in her lover's arms...her cheek was pressed up against Blaze's breast, the warm tit like the softest pillow she had ever known. There was gentle sway to the walk, a terrible rhythm...a sense of descent...and the reporter's struggles grew weaker against that terrible comfort. Nestled in the arms of her inhuman lover, the struggle ended, and Lois passed into sleep...

But it was not a peaceful sleep.

Nailed to a dead tree, Lois hung, her belly a bloated sack hanging off of her, the taut, pale skin stretched and distended as though a five year-old lay curled up in her womb. The reporter could feel it move in there, strangely painless and discomfiting, as it ate her womb from within. She cried out, a terrible fruit waiting to fall, and knew that whenever it was born there would be nothing left of her but a thin, discarded skin, hollowed out...

Feet pressed against belly from within, small and perfectly formed, moving in its sleep. Lois wanted to scream, but didn't want to wake up what was inside of her, for fear it would stretch out and she would burst, so she kept her mouth firmly shut...and then she saw Blaze, dressed in some thin black veil that did nothing except accentuate her nudity. Maria, an impish smile on her face, was walking before Lois' lover, holding the cock up with both hands, deferential as a servant.

Angelica stopped before Lois, one hand stroking the thin skin, her fingers playing on it like a drum.

"A little more, I think." her lover smiled. "You're almost ripe."

It was then that Lois noticed her belly button, which had been grossly distorted by her swollen stomach, was actually an orifice, a slit, a channel into her chamber...and Maria snickered evilly as she guided the shemale's throbbing erection to this new pussy, Angelica resting her hands on the belly to steady herself so she could plunge the shaft in to the hilt, massive testicles slapping into the underside of Lois' grossly gravid gut hard enough to send the whole thing shaking, and Lois wondered if she would explode, when Blaze unleashed her seed inside her again...

...and Lois woke in a cold sweat, suddenly aware of herself again, panting in the body's familiar mock-alarm as the dream faded, blinking at the darkness overhead...and the lights that moved all around her, sources unseen.