End: Advance Lois Lane's Pregnancy And Her To Give Birth Right Then And There

On her back, staring up at the inhuman scarlet monster that had fucked her, Lois Lane had a very, very bad feeling. The desert night grew cold...the wind grew still. Above, in that amazingly dark and clear sky, the strange stars burned brighter.

"This will take a good deal of my power," the demon said. "But it will not hurt too much. Try not to fight it."

The demon places both paws on the reporter's stomach...her breath steamed in the air as the temperature dropped sharply. Lois shivered as gooseflesh raised itself all over her skin, nipples hard from the cold. She wondered what the demon was going to do...how would she prove the prophecy? They didn't even know if Lois was pregnant yet...

Lois smelled ozone. Black sparks flared between Blaze's horns. The reporter felt the hairs stand up on her head...that strange sensation that she remembered from being a kid, touching that metal globe at the Museum of Science and Industry, feeling the static electricity build up. Blaze seemed to shrink into herself. Spines and horns retracted. The pure white eyes were focused on the reporter's flat abdomen. A terrible sense of anticipation built up within Lois, her guts churning themselves into knots, mouth salivating, hunger and nausea suddenly afflicting her. Lois found herself grasping the sheets, she looked up at the sky...

The stars were moving, shifting, leaving little red trails as they spun around in circles. The reporter was struck with sudden, stark fear at this bizarre display.

What the hell is going on? What is Blaze doing? What...

Warm heat flooded the reporter's stomach. She looked down at her naked body. Blaze was almost human now, the only difference being her blood-red skin, and even that was faded to rose-pink at the tips of her ears, where her facial bones stretched the skin over her cheeks, along her jaw...the puffy nipples of her slip breasts...along the edges of those thin, lanky arms...the tips of the fingers almost human-pink where they pressed into the small dome of the reporter's stomach.

Lois Lane's mouth gaped as she saw her belly. It was bloated, slightly but distinctly, pressed up against the demon's hands, both palms pressed firmly on either side of the reporter's navel. The reporter stared in shock as slowly, achingly slowly, moment by moment her navel seemed to rise, like dough in the oven. The skin of her stomach remained smooth, but Lois could feel things shift within...and as she became aware of that change, others too. She shivered not just from cold but from the internal movement of resources in her body. Fat began to pile around her ass and thighs, hips widened, spreading achingly swiftly, her breasts started to ache as the stiff nipples slowly darkened, the once well-defined areolas stretching out as the half-teardrops filled out.

Redshift, Lois thought, as she recalled the stars that circled above. Time! She's speeding me through time!

Forty weeks of pregnancy, and the demon's power poured in and through Lois, stimulating every cell, providing every molecule of sustenance, eliminating every trace of waste. The reporter's perceptions must have been slowed to a crawl, for when she **** herself to relax her grip on the sheets, she raised her hand up and saw strange afterimages float in the air.

The reporter's body raced through the stages of pregnancy, trimester on trimester, and the belly bulged now, Blaze's hands on either side of it, as though Lois had swallowed a basketball. The reporter grunted in discomfort as her organs were **** out of the way to make room for her swelling womb. Her tits had gained barely a cup size or two, but felt ready to explode, golden-white colostrum leaking from the ducts and evaporating in little wisps despite the freezing cold.

Then, the birth.

Lois barely registered the shift inside of her, the bright spark of pain, and then she screamed. Her voice an unnatural wail doppler-shifting through lower frequencies as the head pushed its way into her birth canal. The demon's hands trailed around the reporter's great pale stomach, black sparks rising in its wake as she moved her hands to the reporter's hairy cunt—overgrown now as though Lois Lane had not been able to shave in nine months—and the reporter **** herself up, instinctively pushing down. Her whole body cramped, each individual contraction coming so fast that it was like a single muscular convulsion, and the curtains of her labia parted and a red, bloody thing pushed itself into Blaze's hands.

The placenta was not far behind.

Time resumed its course.

Lois collapsed backward on the bed, panting hard, her whole body wracked with pain and exhaustion, filmed with sweat. The warm desert wind picked up, and Lois welcomed it as her body steamed...and a single, high-pitched cry came forward. The reporter raised herself up.

Blaze, still looking mostly human, frowned down at the child in her arms. The cord had been cut and tied.

"Well," Blaze said. "They have your eyes...and a functional hermaphrodite. Yet I don't...sense any power in them."

Lois reached out, instinctively, and Blaze carefully slid the baby into the new mother's arms. Pressed the crying child to her breast and it latched on, greedily. The reporter winced as a tooth sank into her tit.

The demon's brow furrowed. Her horns were back, Lois noticed.

"Are you convinced now that the prophecy was wrong?" Lois managed.

"I do not see how..." Blaze said. "But, no matter. I have much to ponder. I leave you with your child, Lois Lane, as it seems no use to me."

Crimson fingers rose, snapped...and there was a crack of thunder.

Lois Lane's entrance into the maternity ward of Metropolis General Hospital was fairly unprecedented. Naked, holding a newborn babe, and with a peel of thunder that shattered three windows. She managed to collapse into a chair as a nurse took her information. The reporter numbly answered questions, not sure how her life had been so changed in one night...and then one question cut through the rest.

"What name do you want on the birth certificate?"

The reporter looked down at the baby in her arms. A shock of wet black hair. Violet eyes, just like her mother's, closed now in contented sleep.

"Lily," Lois said, as she felt sleep creep up on her. "Her name is Lily Lane."

In her fitful sleep, the child in her arms, Lois Lane wondered what may have happened had she made different choices that night. Whether she would have met Blaze, or been fucked by the demon, whether she would have become pregnant with Lily Lane or not. Her mind and spirit wandered far down the different pathways, the what-might-have-beens...and wondered at what might yet be. What destiny awaited for child and mother in the years ahead?

That is another story.