Some Swelling In The Abdominal Area

Pain flared through Lois Lane's body as consciousness came back to her. Like the worst period bloat she'd ever experienced. She was still lying on a cold cement floor—but a quick glance showed she was no longer naked, and no longer in a prison cell. Instead, it looked like a locker room...she was laying on a wooden bench, dressed in a kind of scarlet satin robe. Surrounding her were lockers, clothing hooks with jackets, shoe racks full of men and women's shoes. The light overhead was a buzzing fluorescent.

Carefully, the reporter tried to sit up. That didn't happen. Her abdominal muscles screamed at her, far too stiff and painful to dream of bending her midsection. In fact, the terrible pressure and bloating pain in her stomach was focused around the same point, and the baggy robes were clustered...

With sinking heart, Lois began pulling the robe up to take a look at her abdomen. It wasn't easy, and left her legs and pussy bare...but it confirmed what she suspected.

Her stomach was distended. What should have been a flat belly was puffed out, hard to the touch. The reporter chewed her lip. Now that she was past the heat of the moment, Lois wasn't willing to believe all of that "motile egg" science fiction nonsense that Wonder Woman had told her. She knew it should be impossible for one woman to impregnate another. Yet as a reporter, she couldn't doubt the evidence of her eyes.

Just because I've got the beginning of a belly doesn't mean I'm pregnant, Lois told herself as she poked around at her abs. She winced at several places; definitely some torn muscles there. Carefully, she pushed the robe back down to cover her naked lower body. It could just be bloating. That kind of thing happens in response to eating the wrong thing, or to injury...and I certainly feel injured. Like I took part in a drunken belly-punching contest.

Gently as possible, Lois rotated around on her ass. Hands gripping the edge of the bench, she lowered her stiff legs to the floor, gritting her teeth all the while at the pain across her waist. Surprisingly, Lois couldn't feel any pain in her pussy itself. Maybe that was one advantage of being a lesbian: not having to deal with the aching soreness of getting your pussy plowed.

Feet on the floor, resting in a half-seated position on the bench with her distended abdomen, Lois debated what was the easiest way to get up without hurting herself...and then she heard something that drove new urgency in her desire to be up and moving.