To The Lab

Lois followed Maria through the corridors, and the reporter noticed a shift in architectural style as the dingy back-corridors of a club gave way to wide, clean hallways reminiscent of a hospital. She didn't keep the barmaid as close as before...of course, before the reporter had practically been wearing the other woman like a glove, hand three fingers deep in the barmaid's cunt to keep her in line... Now, Lois still followed close enough that her breasts occasionally brushed against the woman' back, but that was it. Other concerns were floating to the surface, no matter how much Lois tried to push them aside.

The venom and **** Lois had taken earlier...what had she been thinking?

Hopefully, the baby would be alright, the reporter's hand rested on her abdomen.

Normally, that was the sort of detail Lois was good at keeping track of—she should have stuck to cranberry juice or virgin cocktails. Hell, just being a pregnant woman in a club, maybe she should have left to assignment to someone else...

No. Lois could feel how taut her stomach was beneath her hand. Not much of a bump, not yet, but when she touched it the reporter knew it wasn't just fat. Those women who had disappeared...what happened to them? Maybe Maria knows...

The barmaid stopped at a security door. There was another pad on the wall.

"Do you have access?" The reporter's voice was quiet.

"Y-yes," Maria admitted.

"But you're hesitating." Lois pressed her breasts into Maria's back. She already knew that barmaid was attracted to women, a little teasing couldn't hurt.

"This...this is where I brought the other women. Usually they'd be drunk, stumbling, pawing at me a little..." Maria blushed. Lois cupped a hand around Maria's right breast and squeezed a little.

"Then what?" Her fingers found Maria's pierced nipple, tugged gently at the barbell.

"It...it's a reception station. All automated. There's an introductory video, and they sign some paperwork for the procedure...and then they're told to disrobe and go into another room..." Maria shuddered. "I've never been there."

"But you've seen them later. After they've come out." Lois squeezed the breast tighter, feeling the soft flesh rise between her fingers. Maria's breasts were bigger than her own. The reporter wondered what it would be like in a few weeks, when her breasts began to get sore and grow...

"Yes," the redhead blinked back tears. "That's...that's another room, though. Past the nursery."

Lois' stomach flipped, just a little, at the last word. What are they doing here?