Surprisingly, Lois Is Tempted

For a moment—a long moment—Lois Lane could almost see the future. Her slowly swelling stomach. Interviews in the nude. Live reporting from the set of a pregnant orgy, staring into the camera as she did her first double penetration. A revolution in journalism, her naked, gravid body on the front page of the Daily Planet, striking back at the idea of pregnancy as shameful, encouraging young women to embrace getting knocked up...

...something fluttered in her stomach. Her throat was dry, and the reporter brought the bottle of water up to her mouth automatically. As the warm, mineral-laden water slid down her throat, the image seemed to get even clearer in her mind's eye.

Then reality reasserted herself.

Where the hell did that come from? Lois thought as her cheeks burned in arousal and embarrassment at her reaction. Mara de la Cruz smiled at her.

"You are tempted. I can tell," the baby-crazy bimbo said. "Biological clock ticking, maybe? I'll bet if I asked who you want the father of your baby to be, a name and a face pop immediately to mind."

Lois Lane's mouth was a flat line, but the blush spread from her cheeks to across the bridge of her nose. The blood burned hot as Superman's stupidly handsome face floated in front of her vision.

"I'll bet you didn't feel this way until you met Blaze," Mara said. "That's what she does...sparks the flame in people. Pushes them to fulfill those hidden desires. It's why I'm a pregnant slut, and I've never been happier."

Mara stood up, one hand rubbing her exposed stomach.

"Anyway, I'm going to get some more cock for my gash. You can come with me...or you can wait here, and I'll send in the next person for you to interview."

Lois Lane said nothing. She watched Mara walk back through the door. A part of the reporter felt naked and exposed...and not just because she was sitting topless in a hot room, waiting to interview another whore. Mara had popped the bubble the reporter had been living in since she had met Blaze. Something was happening here, something was happening to her...and the smart move would be to just flee, to get away, call for help.

But is that what I want to do? Lois wondered.