Very Fertile

All her life, Lois Lane had heard about the "biological clock." Yet for herself, after she'd hit puberty and reached adulthood, and finally been able to have sex, she had never really felt the need to have a baby. Pregnancies happened to other people. Lois would smile politely at baby pictures and buy things for baby showers, but never felt the tiniest need to touch a swollen belly or take an unprotected cock in her snatch. She was a modern woman, and birth control was her friend.

Which is why the sudden, inexplicable heat in her loins, the stiff nipples, the ardent unmistakeable need to breed that consumed her thoughts felt so incredibly alien.

She hovered in place over the place where the idol had been, and tried to come to terms with the new sensations that ran through her mind and body. It was as though her uterus rumbled inside of her. Her bra felt suddenly tight, and the waistband of her tight red pants was suddenly digging into her flat tummy. It was like during her period, when she began to bloat...but that was possible.

A smell caught her attention. A kind of musk. Familiar to her from when she had done laundry at home, and found a crinkly sock buried in among her father's underwear and things. The reporter's nose twitched like a bloodhound, her head swiveled on her neck as she focused on the stranger...the tall, dark, handsome stranger...who was on his knees, clutching his balls with both hands.

The Brit raised his head, face twisted in pain.

"What just happened to me?" Lois said. "I feel so...so..."

"Babycrazy?" He said. "Y-you absorbed a lot of fertility magic, love. You're...incredibly fertile. Probably one drop of sperm would get you up the stick."

The blonde man began to sweat. "I'd...help you out but...I'm a little out of action. You...need to contact Zatanna..."

"Zatanna Zatara?" Lois said. "You're a friend of Zatanna's? Wait...are you that asshole John Constantine?"

He nodded. A weak smile on his lips. "My reputation proceeds me."

Lois bit her lip. She could feel her pussy throb. Rivulets of pussy juice were running down her legs inside the tight pants, her panties absolutely soaked. A part of her just wanted to pin this blonde jerk down and straddle his dick...provided she could get it hard...

The reporter shook her head. Snap out of it, Lane! You're not ready to get pregnant!

Yet the longer she stayed in the alley, the harder it was to get the idea out of her head. She wondered if the babies would have his hair...