They Became Pregnant With Potatoes

There was a groan. A figure stumbled into the room, and Lois Lane, one eye covered by Jorge's cock, could not see her clearly. Except that she was naked, with an oddly protuberant and swollen stomach.

"Please," a feminine voice said. "It's coming!"

Aimee pulled her mouth off of Lois Lane's clit. She sighed theatrically. "Fucking spudmothers," the green-haired young woman grumbled.

Mac kept pushing his cock in and out of the reporter's mouth. Jorge took the opportunity to fill up the suddenly empty space. He pulled his pale pink prick off the reporter's face and circled around to the other end of the table, stroking himself hard as he approached her potato-filled pussy.

Which let Lois Lane get a better look at the woman who had come staggering in.

The reporter recognized her from social media. Jenny Dunlap. Tall, blonde, athletic, dance major at Metropolis University, 21 years old. One of the women who had gone missing. Now she looked gaunt, a bags under her blue eyes, her distended abdomen sticking out bizarrely from her emaciated body. Water splashed on the floor, and Aimee swore and grabbed the woman's arm, guiding her toward a chair. Lois tried to follow her, but her head was strapped in place and Mac's black cock was poking into her inner cheek.

"Yeah, so, just so you know," Jorge said, as he rubbed his cock against the reporter's potato-stuffed pussy. "The other test subjects? They've been giving birth to potatoes like, every week. They started out small, but that one looks like she's about to push a two-pounder out of her cunt. Weirdest thing."

"Taste good though," Mac said. "Hey, you think fucking them when they have the control spud in is what causes that?"

"Dunno. I'd have to not fuck this one to find out, and that's not happening," Jorge replied.

Lois Lane's body quivered. She twinged with pain as Jorge began to **** his dick in, without taking the potato out, her poor pussy stretching as the stiff prick **** her cunny to stretch. Off to her right, Aimee had Jenny Dunlap in a chair and was spreading the hairy pussy with her hands, where a massive tater was already starting to crown.

What fresh hell is this!? Lois Lane wondered.