End: Blaze Has To Deliver The Babies By Hand

Lois Lane, stretched out on her side, the massively bloated belly before her on the carpet, wisted her torso to watch what Blaze was doing. The naked demonic dickgirl had produced a bottle of pink, strawberry-scented lube, and was generously rubbing handfuls onto her arms, up to the elbow. The reporter frowned, one hand caressed the taut skin of her stomach, a deep foreboding growing within her.

"What, um, what are you doing?" Lois said. "I mean, I should just go into labor, right? Women push out babies all the time."

For a moment, Angelica Blaze was not the one that knelt before the naked reporter. It was a slimmer, more feral-looking creature. Humanoid in outline, but with blood-red skin, dark horns curled over her dark mane of hair, pure white eyes without pupil or iris staring at the reporter with an emotion akin to pity...and then the moment passed, and Angelica was there again, with her hands pink down to the elbow from the lube.

"It's an unnatural pregnancy, Lois. You won't go into labor. I'm afraid we're going to have to do this manually."

The reporter's mouth fell open...and then collapsed into a small "O" as the dickgirl knelt forward, and the reporter felt fingers, slick and juicy, against her labia.

"It's okay," Blaze said, voice nearly a whisper. The reporter gasped a bit as she felt the fingers steeple and press against her cunny. "A woman's body is made to bear a child...and you've already been loosened up a little..."

"Thanks to your fat cock," Lois said, trying to **** some humor into her voice. In truth, she could feel the apprehension and excitement building inside of her. Her pussy stretched much more easily than she had imagined...the pregnant reporter could actually feel the whole hand inside of her now, squirming inside....deeper and deeper into her body.

There were no more words for a while. Lois closed her eyes, hands rubbing her stomach. Listening to Blaze's heavy breathing. She could just imagine that cock stirring to life again...jutting out between the demon's legs, hard as a bar of steel. The pregnant woman blushed, a warmth stirring in her pussy. She felt ridiculous, getting excited. Like feeling your nipples get hard during a gynecology exam, biting your lip to fight off a climax coming from a manual exam.

Except none of Lois's doctors had ever had to use two hands.

"Easy now," Angelica said, excitement trembling in her voice as the fingers of her second hand pressed against the labia, stretching Lois wide. "I'm almost at your cervix now. This is going to feel a little...weird."

The fingers, so deep inside of Lois, groped around blindly...and with a grunt, Lois felt them press against her dilated, puffy, sensitive sphincter...and it was so wide, Lois couldn't believe it. Like this huge donut stretched tight inside of her...and then the demon's wrist bent at what Lois was sure was an impossible angle, and she actually felt the fingers slip past that final barrier and into her uterus itself. The demon's free hand meanwhile was pulling on the pussy, working themselves deeper, and Lois could actually feel some air in the gap around the dickgirl's forearm.

It felt, for that moment, like there was nothing between the gravid reporter's womb and the outside air except a wide-open meat tunnel.

Blaze's face was inches from the reporter's clit now, breathing in the scent of the pregnant pussy, her breath blowing against the quivering, hard little clit...

Then the hand began to reverse course...and it was carrying the first of the babies with it.

"Urgh...uggggh," Lois seized up, eyes clamped tightly shut, unable to put into words what she was feeling. She'd heard women describe giving birth as like taking the biggest shit in her life, but this was...it was like getting fucked in a bowling ball in reverse. The cervix, which Lois thought was open as far as it could go, was stretching around the huge head, the shoulders...and Angelica's hand.

Then it was moving through her pussy...and Lois Lane felt the sweat drip down her body, nipples stiff. She lifted her leg as high as she could, and reached down to grab her leg behind the knees. Her body quivered, cunt tunnel stretching beyond anything she had ever experienced, or could ever experience. No cock was ever going to be this wide, this hard. It felt like her pussy was being turned inside out, and her swollen stomach rippled as fluid and fetus spilled out of her....and then, with a terrible, exultant, triumphant moment, Lois gave out a cry, not of pain but of sheer fulfillment as had and shoulders were pulled out of her massively distended cunt...

...and there were still three babies to go.

Lois Lane lost track of time. Her knees were weak and shaking as over and over, the slippery hand slid up her now gaping, well-worn tunnel. The gravid stomach slowly distended, leaving her once-tight belly soft and somewhat deflated-looking from the extra skin. Her whole body quivered in the aftermath of the first true multiple climax that Lois had ever felt in her life. She wasn't sure whether a woman could get addicted to birth orgasms...but a part of her thought that yes, maybe, definitely, oh fuck...

There was a terrible gaping emptiness inside of her. As dawn came over Metropolis, Blaze moved to fill it.

The stiff prick slid into the gaping fuckhole easily, without even touching the sides. Weakened vaginal muscles tried to clamp down on it, but it was like sliding a Vienna sausage into a big pussy.

"I'm sorry, Lois," Blaze said, and opening her eyes, Lois saw the demon's human guise had slipped again. On the carpet nearby, the babies were racing through their growth cycles, becoming the women they were...and the demonic dickgirl had her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth as she humped the reporter's aching, exhausted cunt, the big dick little more than a toy in the birth canal, and yet Lois couldn't help but smile as she felt the hot wet splash against her cervix, the demonic sperm shooting deep into her bloated, half-deflated womb.

It was the perfect way to end this night out.