End: As You Wish

To Lois Lane's chagrin, José took her at her word.

The rest of her night out was a blur.

The Morning After The Night Out

The naked reporter retched into the toilet. Her head pounded. The slight swell of her stomach barely showed. On the floor, the second blue line faded into existence on the pregnancy test.

The Week After The Night Out

Lois Lane bolted out of the hall at a run, her hand over her mouth. She almost made it to the toilet, but lunch was already pushing its way through her fingers. In a blur of speed, Clark Kent was there. A bucket before her in one hand, holding her hair back with the other.

He even kept wet wipes in his pocket.

"Sorry you had to see that Smallville," Lois said.

"They do say that morning sickness can strike any time of the day," Clark said with a sad smile.

The reporter blinked. "You...how did you know?"

He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "I didn't. Until you confirmed it. Want to talk about it? We could get some coffee."

Ten Weeks After The Night Out

One date turned into three or four.

"Oh...wow, Smallville," Lois bit her lip as the shadow of his cock fell across her slightly protuberant stomach. "You're...bigger than anyone I've had before."

Even naked, in her bed, his big, muscular body looming over her, Clark Kent's expression was that of a shy schoolboy.

"I...should put on a condom," he said.

"Why?" Lois twitched her nose. "You think I can get more pregnant?"

Twenty Weeks After The Night Out

"Ah!" Lois moaned as she bottomed out. The first time, she had barely been able to take Clark Kent's cock, but now as she rocked in his lap, his thick prick stretched out her pussy so well that she didn't think she could live without it.

His big hands reached around to cradle her stomach. Her distended abdomen was more protuberant than most women's would be, and while a part of Lois hated the changes in her body, all the extra pounds, the way her breasts were so sore and none of her pants or bras fit, she did have to admit that she loved the way Clark would caress and massage her growing bump.

Clark's lips kissed the back of her neck. The slightest move of his thighs made his dick move inside of her, and Lois leaned back.

"Have you thought about it?" he asked, as they moved together. The way the reporter arched her back made her stomach look even bigger.

"Are you sure, Smallville," Lois said. "I mean...it's triplets. I don't even know the father."

"I told you, I'm adopted. It doesn't matter who the biological father is. I'll be the babies' daddy," he said with earnest, as one big finger played with her navel. It hadn't popped yet, but Lois had no doubt that was coming.

"All right, Clark," she said, as she laid her head on his shoulder. "I'll marry you."

Forty Weeks After The Night Out

"Big push now!" The doula said.

Lois Lane-Clark grit her teeth. She was seated in a kiddie pool, the water splashing against the underside of enormously distended abdomen. Clark was right by her side, sleeves rolled up, holding her hands as Lois bore down.

"AaaaaaAAAAGH!" Lois vented as her labia stretched wider and wider, the first baby's head pushing her poor pussy past its limits. Gloved hands pulled her even wider, and Lois shook and then flushed red as her scream took on a decidedly carnal, ecstatic note. Her toes curled and her hard, swollen brown nipples began to leak as the baby's shoulders passed through her channel, to send Lois over the edge.

"It's out!" The doula said with a smile. "It's...it's..."

The woman blinked, her mouth faltered.

The baby's gills fluttered in the water. A tuft of black hair like seaweed waves on its head. Webbed fingers and toes spread as it instinctively tried to swim.

The doula shook her head. She glanced at the reporter's gaping chasm. She could see the head of the next baby. Lois Lane panted in the afterglow of her first birthgasm.

"Deal with that later," the doula muttered. "Okay, whenever you're ready mommy, deep breath, and then big push..."

One Year After The Night Out

Lois kissed the babies farewell. Superman clasped Aquaman's forearm.

"Enjoy your honeymoon," the King of Atlantis said. "Your children will be safe here, I assure you."

"Thank you, Arthur," he said. Then he waved to the children, who were swimming around the pool happily. Mera was in there with them, delighted as the three babies zipped and zoomed through the water.

"I wish I remembered more of what happened during that night out," Lois said, when they were alone in the minisub, little more than a tube sealed at both ends, with space enough that they could lay down but not stand up, ascending toward the surface. "Who their biological father was. Why they came out like that."

"I think what matters is, they're healthy," he reached out and took her hands in his. Clark's finger touched her wedding band. "And it brought us together, didn't it?"

"It did," Lois Lane nodded. She leaned forward to kiss him. It had taken quite a bit of work, but her body was almost back to its pre-pregnancy shape. A few extra pounds, a few stretch marks, and her nipples were still dark brown and lactating. Clark didn't seem to mind at all.

"By the way, do you have any condoms to fit that super-cock of yours?" She asked, a mischievous smile on her face.

Superman blinked, and shot her a very Clark Kent expression. "No...I mean, we haven't needed one since..."

Lois Lane drew him down onto his side. The submarine was cramped, but there would be time enough before they hit the surface.

"Good. Because I was thinking, maybe it'll be a girl this time..."

Elsewhere

Black Manta's submarine skimmed silently just above the sea floor. Sensors measured the ascent of Superman's vessel, the sweep of Atlantean sensor-beacons. The new LexCorp stealth field appeared to be working.

"You had better be right about this, Luthor," Black Manta said, his voice oddly distorted by the bulbous mask.

"The children will be in the royal nursery pool, deep in the heart of the palace. No one would dare to attack them there. As a consequence, their defenses are mostly passive," Luthor grinned in his power-armor, modified for the deep underwater environment. "I've arranged a distraction to draw off Aquaman. We should face no real opposition. Those infants, and their unique genetics, will be ours."

"What about Mera?" Black Manta said. "Her powers are not to be ignored."

"I'm not paying you simply for transport," Luthor said. "If the sea-witch interferes, deal with her."

"What about Batman?"

Lex Luthor and Black Manta both froze. The voice that spoke had not been either of theirs. They turned, and a sopping wet Caped Crusader stood in the doorway. The costume had been oddly modified for underwater, the cowl covered with a bowl-shaped helmet with little pointed ears, a wetsuit beneath the cape.

"How the hell!?" Black Manta said. "That's impossible, he couldn't—"

"Obviously he could," Luthor said as he raised his left arm, energy weapons powering up with an electric whine.

"Don't fire that in here you fool, you'll kill us both!" Black Manta screamed.

"You should watch where you're driving," Batman said. Black Manta turned to look out the front viewport—a moment before Aquaman struck the vehicle with the speed and power of a torpedo.

Back In The Sub

"Ugggh!" Lois grunted as something hot and wet splashed against her cervix, so hard that it stung. No matter how many times her husband had cum in her, she was still amazed that she could always feel it. Even if it left her a little sore afterwards, the **** of his ejaculations was fantastic, often the extra little bit of stimulation she needed to send her over the edge.

As she collapsed on top of him, his throbbing prick still buried in her sopping slit, Clark blinked.

"Did you hear something?" he said.

"Smallville, the only thing I've heard for the last ten minutes is me screaming for you to breed me," Lois joked. She rubbed her sweaty cheek against his broad, hairy chest. "You know, I don't know if it's just post-partum, but I really miss being pregnant."

Clark Kent kissed the top of his wife's head. "Well, we can fix that."

Lois Lane smiled. She thought back to a year ago, to the odd events that had happened in that club. There were still mysteries surrounding what happened that night. She had acted so out of character. It could all have gone so poorly. Yet here she was, married, a mother, with a big cock that made her poor stretched-out pussy feel tight when it pounded deep inside of her.

"You know, if I had to go back and do it all over again, knowing what I do now about how it would turn out," Lois Lane said. "I don't know if I would do anything different."