Strip Maria

Step one: Clothes. Lois told herself.

She wasn't sure where her clothes were—probably back in the room with the computer and the pink lights, and Lois was never going in there again. No, she needed something to wear, and Maria was it.

Not that Maria was wearing much to begin with, the gravid reporter thought sullenly as she struggled into fishnets. The black miniskirt was almost obscenely short, her pregnant belly sagging over the front and riding high in the back, revealing her lack of panties. The mesh shirt did nothing to conceal her swollen tits either...but it was something, and at least the black boots fit. No wandering around barefoot.

Lois was almost dressed when she ran across the little plastic packet with the familiar hard pills.

Venom, the reporter thought, remembering the sense of power from the one hit she had taken earlier in the evening.

She hated ****. Lois Lane had done pieces on the aftereffects of venom on the street, broken malnourished bodybuilders, some of them crippled for life. Once, she had come upon a pair of addicts fucking...bulging muscles and rage, pounding into one another so hard that they hurt each other, but both of them too high to care.

But Lois knew with her body like this, she might have trouble moving. she might need the edge. With a sense of foreboding, she slipped the packet into the waistline of her skirt.

The reporter stepped over the naked body of Maria. Whatever was going on, she was sure that her breaking free wasn't a part of the plan. Maria had said that the women were being held in a lab downstairs...some sort of medical experiment...transformation. If the computer had been an example of that, a way to lure women in...

I have to go down to the lab. Try to find them. Find out what's going on.

Lois bent double with a sudden cramp. The muscles in her stomach tightened, almost but not quite painfully. She took a deep breath, counted to ten, waited for it to slowly pass.

I really, really hope that's just a Braxton Hicks contraction. The pregnant reporter told herself. I don't want to go into labor here.