Two Weeks Ago

Lois blinked, vision blurring. Her body felt hot—very hot—and she could taste bile in the back of her throat. With shaking hands, she raised the glass to her lips and finished the drink, enjoying the cool liquor sliding down her esophagus even as the sweet, cloying aftertaste made her grimace.

Angelica Blaze was right there before her the whole time. "Okay. Normally, that's when you start ovulating. The **** you took—they're to help women who are having trouble getting pregnant by making them more likely to release an egg. But they don't take effect right away. Usually, the dosage is given over time..."

Suddenly nerveless, the glass fell out of Lois' hands. Blaze was there to catch it, almost as if she had been expecting it to happen, and set it aside. A headache began to build in Lois' temples and the back of her head.

"I'm...so hot..." She managed to say. Blaze stood up and began to help Lois out of her jacket. The reporter's body felt very heavy, her movement sluggish, forcing Angelica to do most of the work. Once it was off, though, Lois felt a little better. She didn't even protest as the shemale took the opportunity to stretch the reporter out on the couch, her head on one of the armrests.

One arm draped off the couch, fingers curling against the carpet. The other lay across her stomach. Her belly hurt at two points down below her belly button. A dull ache. Lois realized she must have said something about it because Blaze began talking about.

"That's one of the side effects. Overdosing like you did can—speed things up a bit. You might have triggered your ovulation early...or even release multiple eggs at once. But it takes some time for your system to process the ****."

Lois noticed that Blaze was taking off her dress. The slim, familiar form with the fat cock sticking out from between her legs swam in her vision. Sometimes it looked like a human dickgirl, and other times—a thinner, almost emaciated red woman, cock longer and thicker with a swollen pink head, black horns jutting up from her brow...

The reporter's eyes fluttered. Her vision was getting dark around the edges.

"Am I...dying?" she heard herself say, words slurred.

"No sweetmeat," Blaze's voice floated out from the darkness. Her warm hand cupped over Lois' arm atop the reporter's stomach. "You're just going to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up. Don't you worry."

Lois' eyes were closed, but she could feel something fiddle with her pants. The last thing she heard was:

"It'll all be over soon."