End: Clark Doesn't Remember Having Sex With Lois Lane In The Office

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, Lois," Clark Kent said. "I wasn't at the office party last Christmas, remember? I couldn't make it."

Lois Lane's heart sank in her chest. It was like a hole had opened up inside of her.

"That...that can't be true," Lois whispered weakly. "Clark, I...that was...that was the last time I was with anybody. When I was with you. And now I'm...I'm..."

She choked up. Nausea gripped her guts and she scrambled toward the bathroom. Her distended abdomen was taut and round beneath her as Lois retched into the toilet. The reporter's whole body wracked with sobs in between the violent expulsion.

"Lois?" Clark's voice sounded tinny and faint, but filled with concern.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Talk to me," he pleaded.

The reporter's head swam. An ache had begun to fill her pelvis. A long, slow cramp. She stared down at her stomach dizzily. It was so big now...but her memories were so confused. The supply closet...had that really happened? Had she dreamed it? Yet it was so vivid...and her stomach looked so big now. As she knelt over the toilet, the upper curve of the taut, swollen belly presssed against the edge of the bowl.

"I'm...I'm pregnant," Lois said. "I just...I thought...I thought it had to be you...I don't...oh Clark, you really don't remember?"

It was cry from the heart. Hot tears rolled down the reporter's cheeks. Every part of her body ached now. She stared at her breasts, the blue veins thick beneath the surface, the once-pink nipples now dark brown, thicker and the little bumps more prominent. The weight of her womb pressed against her bladder, and Lois hauled herself onto her feet, unbalanced for a moment, center of gravity shifted, and sat heavily on the toilet, with her legs spread.

The cramp had spread, and begun to intensify. Lois Lane grunted in pain...

Then something trickled into the toilet. The reporter's bladder had let go, but there was no relief. In fact, a gush of fluid poured into the toilet, and the pain spiked. Lois held the phone in a white-knuckle grip, and she gave a little mewl of mingled pain and heart-ache.

"Lois? Lois!" Clark's voice was tinged with worry. "Where are you? What's happening?"

"It hurts...it hurts..." Lois leaned back as the cramp slowly eased. Her legs were spread, and she stared at the swollen globe of her abdomen, which now hung so low. A shiver of fear ran up her spine. "I think...I think my water broke."

"Where are you?" Clark repeated.

"In my...in my apartment..." Lois could feel the tears still ran out of her eyes. Yellow-white drops beaded her dark nipples on her swollen breasts. Something dripped from her pussy. A terrible sensation hit her, as though she needed to use the bathroom. Her nose began to run. It was like every possible orifice of her body was leaking at once. "I'm sorry Clark, I don't...I don't know why this is happening..."

"Start at the beginning," Clark said, and she heard the sounds of traffic behind him. "When you left the Daily Planet this evening, you weren't pregnant. What happened after you left?"

As Lois sat on the toilet, and the pain flared and ebbed, she sniffled and told the story. Clark only broke in with the occasional question, but he was a good listener. Lois felt white drops of milk ooze down her painfully swollen breasts and over her vast dome of the stomach. From her perspective, the distended abdomen looked bigger than a woman at full termmmmmm. The skin was stretched tight as a drum, and there was an ugly red underneath the pale skin, stark veins that stood out, the navel stretched out until it looked obscenely like a nipple on a giant's breasts. Lois could feel the weight of it on her thighs as her pelvic muscles convulsed in another contraction, and the reporter felt herself pushing, squeezing...

Which is how Clark Kent found her.

She heard the crunch as, in his haste, the knob of her front door broke off in his hand, the deadbolt pushed through the wall as though it had been made of rotten wood, the chain snapped. His voice, hectic as a father-to-be's, called out:

"Lois!? Lois!"

"Here, Clark," Lois said through gritted teeth. It was like a wound in the chest, to know that this wasn't his baby. A part of her had been so sure...had hoped...

Then Clark burst in from the kitchen, and a moment later was in the bathroom, his big frame filling the small space. With effortless strength, he reached down and picked the pregnant reporter up, and swiftly bore her out of the small bathroom and onto the bed.

Which is why Lois saw that he wasn't alone.

Zatanna stood there in top hat and tails, her long legs in fishnet and heels looked fantastic. Normally, Lois would have been jealous at the amazing breasts of the magician, emphasized in the white corset that Zatanna wore, but then Lois looked down at her own once palm-sized tits and realized that her breasts were larger...massive, really.

Behind Zatanna, a gold-helmeted floated above a gold cloak over blue costume, a golden amulet on her chest; and Lois recognized Doctor Fate from the Justice League...although she thought that sorcerer was a man, at least normally. Last but not least came a slim young woman, pale and with the black lipstick and mascara of a goth, in a dark blue-or-purple robe and hood. Raven of the once-teen Titans, now all grown up. The bottle from the altar floated in a globe of blackness between Raven's fingers.

"Strong demonic influence," Raven said. "I've cut the connection, but there's still the children to deal with."

"She's in labor," Zatanna rushed to the reporter's side and pressed her hands against the reporter's bulging belly. To Lois, it looked like she had a toddler in her swollen stomach. "Clark, how many are there?"

Clark lowered his glasses for a moment...and Lois gasped as a missing piece of the puzzle slid into place.

"I see...seven," he said.

"An exorcism might banish the demonic spirits," Doctor Fate said. "But the physical trauma..."

"My babies?" Lois said. Her violet eyes, wide and fever bright, went from face to face. "Clark, don't let them...don't let them kill my babies..."

"Lois," Zatanna said. "They're not human."

"They could be," Raven said, quietly. "They are half-human at least. If we work together...if we do a slow exorcism, expel the demonic part, and replace the material with another..."

"We'd need a donor," Doctor Fate said. The helmet turned to look at Clark Kent. "Would you...?"

Clark held Lois Lane's left hand in his own. His right hand used his handkerchief to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"I will," he said, as he stared into Lois Lane's eyes. "I'll be the father. Just do it. Save them."

He gave Lois Lane's hand a little squeeze...and Lois had no words.

Only a scream as the next contraction came on.

"Don't push until we tell you!" Zatanna said.

The hours until dawn were a blur. Lois Lane remembered the pain. The smell of her own blood. Raven erected glowing sigils and pentagrams around the bedroom, one on each wall, floor, and ceiling. Zatanna muttered spells in reverse, her hands pressed against the massive abdomen. Clark Kent, as he helped her onto her side to take some of the pressure off of her spine. He seemed to be a hundred places at once, a blur of motion, boiling water, fetching towels, shaving her pussy. The reporter's embarrassment at being seen naked and displayed before all these people was lost as her cervix slowly dilated, and seven terrible masses sought to push themselves out of a tunnel that hadn't known a real cock in months.

Above all, there was Doctor Fate. Her cloak was thrown back, her voice ancient but powerful as it echoed within the helmet, whose eye-holes glowed. The amulet on her chest, nestled between the swell of motherly teats, shone on Lois Lane's whole body...and then narrowed, to focus on the reporter's pussy.

"Clark, I'm sorry," Zatanna said. "This is going to hurt. And I need you to get your cock out and put it into Lois."

Lois Lane didn't think her embarrassment could get more intense...but then everyone in the room shifted position. Clark's pants came off, and she saw, with her waking eyes, what she had only imagined in her mind's eye. Even limp, Clark's cock looked like a pussy-stretcher. Lois grunted in pain as another contraction hit, faster than before. The babies were almost ready to be born.

Can he even get hard for me? Lois thought, conscious of how much her transformed body looked like a beached whale at the moment. I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm gross...

The reporter's jaw dropped as the cock lifted. There was no prompt. Clark didn't even touch it. She lost sight of the hard prick as he disappeared behind the swell of her body, but she felt the fumble as he sought to push his painfully stiff prick inside of her.

"Lois," he said with a boyish grin. "I realize this isn't how we imagined our first time, but...for what it's worth...I wish I had been with you in that supply closet."

Then he pushed inside of her. Lois grunted. Her cervix was fully dilated now, and a part of her suddenly feared that his super-hard cock would hurt te baby's head...the skulls were soft...but it wasn't...unpleasant.

In fact, aside from the pain, Lois realized a sensual heat had built up inside of her. Her face flushed as she recognized the signs of aroual. As Clark pushed in deep Zatanna, who stood behind him, did something that made him gasp an spoke the longest incantation Lois had ever heard.

".nerdlihc s'enaL sioL fo rehtaf eht si tneK kralC"

Clark grunted, his face twisted in a rictus somewhere between agony and ecstasy. Something hot flooded the reporter's pussy...and then a wave of heat boiled out of her stomach. White light burned from within, as if seven small suns had ignited inside of her womb, and Lois had to throw up her eyes to keep herself from being blinded.

Then the light failed. Clark Kent...whom Lois now saw looked like skin and bones, his skin loose on a frame that was much slimmer, trimmed of all fat and a good deal of muscle mass, struggled with his pants. Lois saw his cock, at least, was the same size, and felt weirdly glad about that.

"Alright now," Zatanna said. "I need you to give us a big push..."

Clark Kent held Lois Lane's hand as all seven of their children pushed their ways through their mother's birth canal. The exhausted reporter could not keep the moans from her mouth as each bod stretched her poor pussy to its limit...and even the reserved Raven blushed as she heard the reporter's moans of sensual ecstasy. With each baby that crowned, a convulsive spasm went through the reporter's body, and she clung to Clark as the birth-orgasm shook her body.

Until, at th end, the reporter lay utterly spent in a bed soaked with blood and other fluids. The sun peeked through the glass door to the balcony. The healing light of Doctor Fate's light played on the flat, deflated balloon of Lois Lane's abdomen. The reporter's legs twitched with the last vestiges of pleasure as the final placenta slid forth from between her legs.

Seven healthy cries echoed from the kitchen, where the babies were wrapped up on the table.

"I've called Batman and Doctor Midnite. They're seeing to the birth certificates. Lois needs to get to a hospital. Her body—and yours—will recover," Zatanna said. "And, uh, congratulations, I guess. You're parents."

Clark, deep lines carved into his sunken face, bent over and kissed Lois. She smiled up at him, eyes heavy, and saw the sun rise behind him. Her long night out was finally over.

"Next time," she whispered. "Let's make babies the old-fashioned way."