You're Going To Be A Great Mom

The words pounded into Lois Lane's brain, her lips still locked with Blaze's, and the reporter found herself falling into those big white eyes...like an endless void...

Lois Lane seemed to float in the whiteness. Distantly, as though it was happening to someone else, she could feel the demonic cock still fucking her sloppy cunt, her cervix dipping down into the pool of black seed as orgasms wracked her body. Yet it seemed so unreal, so faint and far away. She was here now, naked and alone...

A little throb in her belly. Lois put her hands to it, exploring the space just below her belly button. There was a hardness there, not painful at all, but marvelous and strange beneath her fingers. Something that she had never felt before, pulsing gently like a second heart.

"Hello, little one," Lois whispered. "I'm going to be your mommy. I'm going to be a great mom."

The reporter could almost feel her abdomen pushing out. A part of her was already imagining what it would look like..what she and her sister had looked like as babies in the old photographs. She had followed her mother's pregnancy in the photo albums so many times as a girl, thinking about when she had a baby of her own. Raven-dark hair, a nose like her father's...little pudgy hands, and the eyes...

"Great mom," the reporter whispered, saying the words with Blaze.

Somehow, Lois couldn't focus on the eyes. In the white void, she peered down at her growing baby, an endless yearning inside of her toward the child that grew within. Yet she knew somehow it would have its father's eyes. The father that was still fucking her writhing body, whose cock was being squeezed and milked of all its sperm by her pussy lips, whose balls emptied again and again until there was nothing left to give, and still they were rolling around in and endless rut...

"...you're going to be a great mom," Lois said, and every time she repeated it she could feel it sinking into her brain, the words becoming more true.

In the white space, her navel popped out, going from an innie to an outie. The reporter stared down at the taut skin, feeling her baby kick, the little dimples of its hands—was that a little hoof?—against the distended sphere of her abdomen. Her breasts had swelled a little, the pink nipples grown dark and puffy, and she could feel an endless leak from her pussy, like a faucet that couldn't stop dribbling.

Lois found herself walking through the white space, hearing the echoes of Blaze's words.

"Great mom..." she crooned, rubbing her stomach, repeating the words to herself over and over. "I'm going to be a good mother...such a great mom..."