End: Demon Meat

"D-don't stop now," Blaze's voice rattled...and Lois cleared away the bloody bones, her stomach lurching as she saw the final plates.

The demon's severed head rested on the plate, the pink lunks hanging off the trachea at the stump of the neck. Bowls held the steaming offal, freshly cooked and spiced. The reporter's stomach rumbled as she saw the dark kidneys swimming in sauce, smelled the fried liver, the steaming heap of intestines...and there, on the plate nearest her, the smoked, flayed, and succulent cock and testes. Unable to stop her mouth from watering, Lois swallowed, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips.

"F-flesh of my f-flesh," the head said, cheeks twitching. "You m-must f-feed...f-for th-the b-baby t-to grow st-st-strong..."

Lois Lane began to pant. Her stomach gurgled, body heating up as her metabolism raced, turning the demon meat into her stomach into materials for her growing baby. The pregnant reporter knew she should be repulsed...sick...vomiting...that she should stand up from the table, even if it meant she would immediately collapse onto her gravid gut, just crawl away. She was a cannibal, she was...

Just then, something moved inside of her. It was disconcerting, feeling something shift inside her bloated belly. The taut skin distended as a little hand or foot pressed against her womb. Just a little. Just enough for Lois to feel it...and as she looked into Blaze's eyes...still alive, somehow...Lois knew that the demon wanted this. For the baby. Their baby.

She was eating for two, after all.

Lois Lane grabbed the cock in both hands and brought it up to her mouth. Her teeth bit into the soft flsh, warm wet juices spilling out around her lips. It was like beef tongue, but a little chewier...and as the hunger returned with a vengeance, Lois tore off a strip of dick meat and wolfed it down, barely chewing.

One by one the demon's innards disappeared...and little by little the reporter grew. Her hips flared, and her breasts swelled a little, but most of the growth was in her belly, which was in her lap now, pressing against the table. So big and heavy that it began to compress her diaphragm, and Lois had to take pauses to breath, blood and viscera dripping over her chin, bits of Blaze stuck in her teeth.

Stuggling to her feet, the reporter rested her growing gut on the table, so that she could reach for the last piece...Blaze's head.

The reporter had eaten sheep's head once, in Sweden. The demon had the same look to it now; the flesh scraped from the cheeks, the eyes were no longer white, but dark and wet in their sockets, the lips gone from the bare teeth. The jaw fell open, the muscles working, and though the lungs were gone, the dark purple tongue hung out, and Lois heard that voice...

Until we meet again...mommy.

Lois brought her mouth down and sucked the tongue into it. Pressed her lips against those teeth in one final kiss. Then closed her mouth and jerked her head, tearing the tongue off, chewing slowly, letting the juices run down her throat.

She felt over-full as she sucked out the eyes from their sockets. Her bloated breasts sagged over her belly, the nipples dark, and the new life inside her squirmed as Lois stripped the flesh from the skull with fingers and teeth. Cracked the bone against the table to scoop out the soft pale brains within, fatty and greasy, a hedonistic dessert that left her fingers stained with black blood and bits of grey matter.

Both hands curled under the reporter's pregnant stomach as she heaved herself away from the table. Her body felt heavy, but the heat inside was dying down, leaving her in a cold, clammy sweat, all the fire concentrated in her immense abdomen.

"Soon, baby," Lois said as she staggered toward the bedroom. She could already feel a twinge within, like a cramp. Dawn came in through the window, and the pregnant reporter moved away from her demonic feast. Her long night out was over...and her labor had just begun.