Wake Up

The moment the slick, hard, hot cock slid up into her—so long and thick that Lois thought it was going to split her open, to slam into her cervix, to touch the baby inside—her eyes slammed open and she sat up, cold sweat beading her skin, pussy spasming around an intruder that wasn't there, panting, heart pounding in her chest...

"Just a dream. Just a dream." The reporter murmured. Then the taste of bile hit the back of her throat, her stomach flipped over, and she lurched off the bed and across the room until she was kneeling before the porcelain goddess, depositing a watery offering into the bowl, her stomach rumbling in the weird mix of hunger and not-hunger.

When she had finished, stomach empty, Lois rested her head against the bowl. She shivered a little, cool sweat and the night air working on her, but her blood felt feverish. Her hands shook a bit, her mouth felt like something had died in it. The reporter knew she should get up, brush her teeth, drink some water, but...

Lois couldn't get the dream out of her head. Normally they faded quickly, but this one hung on, stubbornly. She could almost feel the weight of the gravid belly pinning her to bed, the hands parting her thighs, that too-big-prick rubbing at her cunt. Still feeling feverish, the reporter lowered a hand and cupped her genitals, feeling the dull heat there.

It had happened before. Sometimes when Lois was feeling sick, or just when some image got into her head and wouldn't shift. Late at night, the reporter would wake up from an erotic dream, and been unable to calm down again. Sometimes she just got up, took a cold shower, went to the gym, got into work early...but that was only delaying the inevitable. Letting it build up inside her as a distraction. And this time, Lois didn't think she could wait.

There was only one thing to do about it.

Crawling away from the toilet, the reporter got herself a glass of water and **** herself to drink it. Then she poured another and carried it over to the laptop. Opened her browser and switched to incognito mode, letting it shuffle all of her tabs away. Pulse pounding in her head, hands shaking, heart thumping in her chest, Lois typed the search string.

Lois breathed out hot air, feeling her skin flush, as the search results came up. It wasn't that she had a fetish for pregnancy, really. She was aware enough of herself to know that. But the dream-image was still burning inside of her, and her pussy and brain were both yearning for...something.

Without hesitation, she clicked enter.