The Pregnancy

Lightning burst from the demon's eyes, and struck the reporter square in the stomach. Lois felt every hair on her body rising, tasted ozone in her mouth, muscles contracting as she froze in place. The reporter waited with growing apprehension for the smell of burnt flesh, to feel pain as the cruel burst of magical lightning tore through her body.

Except her stomach seemed to drink in the twin arcs of energy. Heat built up inside of her, a radiant and uncomfortable heat like a glowing coal shoved into her very womb, but it didn't hurt...not yet...

Her stomach lurched, the swallowed testicles in her stomach threatening to come back up...but what concerned Lois was the building pressure inside her belly, as though parts of her internal anatomy were re-arranging. She could not breathe, could hardly move, her extremities starting to tingle, head getting light-headed. Lois shook in impotent rage, unable to do anything as the endless stream of energy poured from Blazes eyes into her smooth, flat abdomen.

Flat? Lois looked down at her stomach. It had been flat, a moment ago. Now she could see the tiniest of curves, the pressure building inside of her steadily, even as it felt like something was trying to crawl up her throat. The reporter watched with mounting horror as her belly was slowly being distended from within...from whatever was growing within her...

No! Lois thought. It's impossible, I can't be pregnant, I can't...

The reporter shuddered, her cunt squeezing a little harder on the cock still wedged deeply inside her. She could feel the weight of her growing womb, just beginning to press down on the fat cock inside of her pussy. The increasing pressure was stimulating her sensitive slit, and the reporter could feel another unwanted orgasm coming. Of all the times in her life to experience such a pleasure, Lois hated that it had to be now, in these circumstances, her body betraying her. Sparks burst out from her hard and erect nipples.

"More," Blaze whispered hoarsely, her figures looking drawn, the electrical arcs still shining from her eyes, disappearing the moment they hit the growing curve of the reporter's belly. "Big and round."