The Summoning

Blaze's hands made signs over Lois' bare belly. The shemale's voice was low and urgent, a harsh whispered chant...

"Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.”

The hairs stood up on Lois' arms and the back of her neck, sexual excitement shading into a different sort of apprehension. The darkness beneath the bar seemed absolute...and then Lois realized she could no longer hear the murmur of the customers...the world around her had become cloaked in shadows and she felt suddenly exposed.

"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate." Angelica chanted, her dark eyes showing pure whites now. "Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again..."

Lois became aware of hard stone beneath her ass and back. A sense of space around her...she wasn't in the bar. Where am I? She wondered, feeling a cool wind suddenly blow past her. Only a dim light still showed Blaze hovering over the half-naked reporter, and Lois was **** to cling to the stone she rested on to keep from being blown off. What is happening?

"Come forth, Yog-Sothoth! Bless this polluted womb, the way has been made ready for thee! Here is the gate of flesh for you to enter the world once again!" Angelica chanted.

As if in answer, Lois felt something stir within her. She looked down, and saw, dimly shining through her flesh, the symbol which the shemale had etched on her uterus...and all too suddenly, the reporter realized it for what it was: an invitation. And something was coming...

A pressure built within the reporter, a painful bloating from within like during her worst period...but this was different. Lois gasped as she saw—and felt—her lower abdomen distend. It was a slow process, the wind howling incessantly, whipping past her, but she could see the belly bloat, millimeter by millimeter, minute by minute, rising into a smooth dome of flesh. Her heart thumped madly in her breast, eyes focused on the impossible slow swelling of her stomach, sick at the shiver of sexual excitement that left her dripping wet at the obscene sight as her hard-won abs were pushed up and out from whatever was growing within.

This can't be happening. Lois told herself, struggling not to be blown away by the wind. It's a dream, a hallucination, some horror movie nonsense, that Rosemary's Baby stuff doesn't happen in real life!

Except something broke within her. Lois gasped, more in shock than pain. She could feel something deep within her breach the same seal that Blaze had done when she tattooed that symbol on the reporter's womb—but it was going the other way. Something was coming out.

"Oh no..." Lois moaned.

"Yes!" Angelica hissed, her cock taut and dribbling, her hands holding Lois' sweating thighs apart.