Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

_Not too much_, Lois thought to herself, rubbing her distended stomach with one hand and easing the flow from the spigot with the other. The pressure was delicious. She could feel her asshole quiver as it gripped the cum-faucet, bowels packed with jizz, body crying out for releas...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

A squeal, high and shrill, ripped out of Lois Lane's mouth. What felt like gallons of hot cum were surging inside her ass, pushing the prior jizz before it. Too much; the baby batter couldn't all move through the reporter's intestines fast enough, and the soft walls began to bloa...

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Chapter 15

Lois expected the cum to flow out of her ass. For her bloated belly to shrink down as the jizz stuffing her intestines was released. Yet after a terrified moment, Lois Lane touched her aching, distended abdomen...and realized that it wasn't shrinking. The reporter turned off the...

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Chapter 16

Lois Lane rubbed her cum-filled stomach. She didn't want to go to the emergency room unless absolutely necessary. If the plug was only dried cum—which seemed reasonable—all she should have to do was soften it up a little and then break it. That would probably make an awful mess,...

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Chapter 17

As her stuffed asshole quivered and her distended abdomen ached, Lois Lane's eyes fell on that trusty standby of all good bathrooms: the toilet plunger. A stout black rubber suction cup, and a long, thin wooden handle. Perfect for her purpose...or destined for a trip to the emerg...

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Chapter 9

Lois stared down at a slightly taut, rounded abdomen where only moments ago there had been a flat, toned midriff. Her breasts too were bigger, the nipples darker, blue veins evident beneath the skin. Panicking, she scrambled to her feet, unused to the unfamiliar weight... And bl...

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Chapter 10

The moment Lois passed the threshold, her stomach growled. She looked down at her still-flat tummy, as if to make sure it was there. A gnawing emptiness hit her, and a sort of jittery feeling in her limbs like when her blood pressure was low. _Food_. The reporter's thought was i...

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Chapter 11

She didn't want to think about how that was another craving pregnant women were known to have. And the reporter didn't want to burn hours of the night trying to go out and trawl for random cock...and there were no ex-boyfriend in Metropolis she was willing to call to scratch that...

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Chapter 12

The whore wore a trench coat, a large floppy hat slung down over one eye. It did little to hide her olive skin, or the length of black curls that ran down to the middle of her back, but that one, dark eye stared into and through Lois, and the smile sent a shiver down her spine. L...

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Chapter 13

Lois took a deep breath, and then another. _It's okay. This is what I'm paying for._ Heart beating, Lois shucked her robe, laying the silk garment on the back of a kitchen chair. She strode into the bedroom naked. Angelica sat on the edge of the bed. The idol had been propped...

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Chapter 14

Lois herself to breathe. It was like her whole being was focused on that warm pillar between the cheeks of her ass, and the terrible emptiness between her legs. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever wanted, needed dick more. Not even during her most hormonal perio...

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Chapter 15

"I want to feel it," Lois moaned the words as she gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch into Angelica's feeling the turgid cock press deep inside of her. "I want to feel the hot splash against my cervix. I want to feel you swell and shudder and buck your hips to drive it just a l...

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Chapter 16

Lois didn't want to beg. The shemale's prick was still buried in her cunny, hard as calculus, and despite the warmth filling her insides, the reporter knew she was close, but not there yet. Filled, but unfulfilled. She panted, perched on top of the prostitute, trying to get a hol...

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Chapter 17

Lois' scream settled into a sigh, and the prostitute's frantic fucking settled down into gentle, long, slow strokes as they both caught their breath. The reporter bit her lips and laid back in the bed, letting her hands unclench from the bedsheets. The craving that had been eati...

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Chapter 18

Angelica lifted Lois' leg up and rolled the reporter onto her side. Lois thought that the escort was going to fuck her like that, but to her surprise the prostitute laid down on the bed behind Lois, cock still buried in her snatch. It was a position Lois knew—one of her boyfrien...

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Chapter 19

Lois Lane blurted out. The reporter heard herself say the words—and it was true, she realized the moment that they were past her lips. But she couldn't process the why of it. Why she needed to be creampied so badly. Why some part of her seemed to crave it, and why that craving ha...

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Chapter 20

It was though a dam burst inside Lois' mind—why she had grabbed the idol, why she had been feeling so weird this entire evening. All she needed to push the final piece into place was Angelica's gentle prodding. Maybe it was her biological clock ticking, maybe it was just the righ...

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Chapter 21

Lois stared at the plastic test in her hand. Then she remembered to breathe. She hadn't _felt_ any different. Not that first week, or the next. It was too soon for morning sickness, for bloating, for...anything really. Except to be late. One day her period hadn't come, and that...

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Chapter 22

Lois Lane stared at herself in the mirror. It had only been two weeks since she had tested herself, but she could already see a change in her body...the barest beginnings of a bump. Already her tightest skirts and pants were out, waistline creeping out. She frowned, hands on her...

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Chapter 23

The woman in the mirror was undeniably pregnant. While her body remained slim and fit, there was a discernible, distinct dome in her lower abdomen, centered around her belly button. When Lois looked down, she couldn't see her pussy any more past the event horizon of her own burge...