End: Get To The Bottom Of This Before It's Too Late

"Your phone might be locked," Lois Lane declared to Lana Lang. "But what about my phone?"

Within minutes, the two women were once more dressed, and Lois was opening the DMN app on her phone. She skipped past the rows of sex organs and concentrated on teeny-tiny boxes regarding terms of service and "About this App."

Lana Lang watched her—friend? girlfriend?—with something like awe. Despite the personal danger of whatever was currently growing in her womb, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had just been handed a clue and the investigation was now officially back on. Gestating some sort of demonic symbiote was just her new deadline.

The redhead followed in Lois Lane's wake as the reporter started texting someone, pacing back and forth. Lana's eyes kept going back to Lois's stomach. The white t-shirt was looking a little tight on the normally-flat abdomen, and every minute that passed the thing inside of Lois was growing. Lana could see the progress on her own phone as the dark symbiote grew.

"Okay, Barbara has hacked my phone and has access to the app's code, but half of it is in runes or something so she's getting Zatanna to translate," Lois said after twenty minutes. The reporter pulled her shirt down to cover the belly that was just beginning to strain at the waist of her tight pants. "We need to move."

"Where?" Lana blinked.

"Out. The answer is in this club. I can smell it!"

Increased sense of smell is a sign of pregnancy, Lana didn't say. Instead, she followed Lois out of the bathroom.

Back into the crowd, the noise, the rush. Lois Lane's eyes were never still, her steps confident, Lana trailing in her wake, now admiring the reporter's legs into those tight pants, now catching her breath as she saw Lois intently listening to the chaotic jumble of people yelling over the music, bodies flailing. At the bar, Lois Lane leaned over, her stomach just touching the bartop as she had an earnest conversation with the young woman in the mesh shirt with pierced nipples behind it. The bartender's harm shot out, pointing at a door, and Lois winked her thanks and the two women passed through said door...into a storage area.

"What did you say to her?" Lana asked as they picked their way past boxes of booze, napkins, plastic cups.

"I spun a line about how there was a problem with the app and I needed to talk to the boss," Lois said.

"How did you know there was a boss?"

"There's always a boss." Lois said. The reporter paused to reach out and rip open a box full of jars of salted peanuts. "Just a second, I am starving."

The redhead didn't say anything as Lois up-ended a jar and just drank it, barely chewing. In this place, it was probably as close to real food as she could get...and the reporter's white t-shirt had rolled up again, the stomach definitely poking out about an inch or so, like a woman a couple of months pregnant. Lana checked her app. Two hours and change left...and Lois looked to be in her first trimester...

The reporter tossed the empty jar down and wiped her lips. She tried and failed to pull her shirt down over her stomach, but there was still an inch-wide strip of skin showing between the shirt and waistband.

Lois tapped at her phone. "Okay, Barbara and Zatanna have cracked the code...give me your phone."

Lana handed it over. The reporter tapped the phones against each other. The redhead had heard of phones that communicated that way...and both screens flashed. When Lois handed the phone back, they started to move again, past an absolutely disgusting staff bathroom and out of the supply storage area into what looked like a normal office corridor, albeit one heavily faded. It must have served this place back when it was a warehouse...and there was a door at the end of the room with "Manager" emblazoned on it. Light showed at the clack at the bottom of the door. It was occupied.

"Shouldn't we...call Superman or something?" Lana said, suddenly queasy.

"Stay strong, babe," Lois said. Then the reporter looked away from her phone, to stare Lana in the eye. The raven-haired reporter stepped forward, her left arm reaching up to slid around the taller redhead's neck, drawing Lana Lange down into the kiss. It was warm and tender, and as Lana's hands reached down to grab Lois Lane's ass, she could feel that warm dome of a belly press into her own, and that sent a weird thrill through the redhead.

They broke apart with a smile. Lana felt herself blushing. She had kissed a woman—like really kissed a woman—and liked it. If only her youth pastor could see her now!

"I need you to be strong. We can do this. Just back me up, and keep your phone handy, okay?"

"Right," Lana said, still not sure what the plan was. If there was a plan.

Lois knocked on the door. It opened without a word. The office beyond was tasteful: deep blue carept, wood paneling. Real antique furnishings, including a small marble-topped bar wih crystal glassware on the right, a black-leather-upholstered loveseat on the right, a massive slab of a desk, the kind of thing that any good cultist could sacrifice a virgin on without blinking an eye.

The woman behind that desk rose as Lois and Lana entered. She was taller than either of them, not so much skinny as lean, with the kind of tight muscle associated with marathoners. Dark wild hair that fell down to her shoulders, dark eyes that flashed with amusement or challenge, lips in that gentle smile like the Mona Lisa's, her body dressed in a black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped out and black jeans, very punkish.

"Lois Lane," the woman said, her voice had a strange accent, something almost Mediterranean, somewhere between Greek and Egyptian. "I thought I saw you come in."

Lois smiled back. "We're having a little trouble with your app...Blaze"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh? To me, it seems like it's working perfectly." She gestured at the reporter's midriff. "You're about four and a half months, by my reckoning."

It was true. The reporter's white t-shirt was tight against her belly now, no hiding it. Lois Lane's smile was brittle.

"Yes, well, I can't seem to register a complaint. I was hoping to still fuck my girlfriend, but the app won't let me...change things."

Blaze raised the other eyebrow. "So you..."

"Want to fuck somebody. With a cock. I don't really care who at this point." The reporter stepped forward, swaying her hips...which suddenly looked like she had more to sway. Blaze stared at the approaching belly avariciously.

"And your girlfriend?"

"She can watch. Right, babe?"

"Oh yeah!" Lana said as brightly as she could, recognizing her queue. "Superhot. Watching my girlfriend. Fuck other women. I mean, she doesn't have a dick, so..."

"Well, I suppose we could fix that."

Blaze's fingers flicked...and suddenly pants were off. All the pants in the room, no matter how tight, simply fell down, leaving three bare pussies. Lana blushed harder as Lois stepped out of hers. The woman came around to the front of her desk and leaned against it, legs spread, her pussy just visible amid a tangle of black bush.

"You have your phone?" Blaze asked. Lois nodded and held it up. Blaze tapped it with her finger.

"Go ahead then. Give yourself a cock. Fuck me while your girlfriend sits on the loveseat and frigs herself blind. Maybe we can put a symbiote in her next..."

Lana sat down on the seat, legs together. Lois tapped at her own phone for a minute, then angled it carefully around her growing belly...and in the blink of an eye, the reporter's pussy was missing and a very human-looking cock and balls were dangling beneath her tummy. It looked almost absurd there; if the stomach was hanging lower and looked like flab it would almost be like a guy with a beer gut, but the belly was clearly a pregnancy: skin taut and domed out just below the navel, riding high.

Lois set the phone on the desk and grabbed her new cock. The reporter began to stroke it into hardness.

"Good choice," Blaze said, licking her lips.

"This won't cause any difficulties when it's time to...you know...?" Lois asked.

"No, it won't last that long. You'll have your 'kitty' back before long."

Lois was hired. Lana put a hand between her legs, surprised at how wet she was...and the tiny pang of jealousy in her heart, so see Lois about to fuck this strange woman who was apparently responsible for the app. Yet Lana trusted that Lois knew what she was doing...and was determined to play her part.

"Fuck her good, Lois," Lana called out from the couch as she ran her fingers up and down her wet slit.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter obliged. Her cock was hard now, the purple helmet swollen as though it might burst, and she leaned forward, rubbing it a few times up and down Blaze's slit before pressing forward. The wild-haired woman sighed in contentment, her fingers lacing around the back of Lois Lane's neck as she guided the reporter in...and just then, Lana felt her phone vibrate.

The redhead took it out of her pocket, one hand still rubbing her pussy as Lois pushed forward, her cock plunging all the way into that other woman's cunny, and it took all that Lana had to gaze at the screen...where a new window had popped up on the DMN app.

Transfer Symbiote? Y/N

Lana Lang's heart skipped a beat. She hastily clicked Y with her thumb...and over on the desk, Lois and Blaze began to moan.

The reporter was balls deep inside of Blaze, but the other woman was writhing as though in the midst of a hard, driving fuck, grinding her cunt against the base of Lois Lane's newgrown dick. The pregnant belly squashed between them dropped....and then began to slowly deflate. Lois grimaced, eyes squeezed tight as she threw her head back and...

The redhead held up the phone. The X-ray feature was still on, she could see woman and dickgirl locked in carnal embrace...and over the course of a minute the dark shaped slithered out of Lois Lane's womb, pushed its way through her dick, and into Blaze's own waiting uterus. Lana lowered the phone and stared as once more Lois had a trim, flat stomach, and now it was Blaze that was sporting a five-month pregnant belly.

The phone vibrated again. A new window.

Uninstall DMN from Universe? Y/N

Lana hesitated...and then Lois threw her head over her shoulder, violet eyes pleading with Lana...and the redhead hit Y.

There was a moment where Blaze seemed to de-rez. Her body pixelated, parts of the human flesh suddenly demonic. Lana caught a glimpse of blood-red skin, dark horns, a pure white eye with no pupil or iris that nevertheless seemed to stare into her very soul...and then the screen of her phone crashed, and Blaze blinked out of existence, Lois Lane left humping the desk...and with a mixture of regret and relief, Lana saw that there was nothing between the reporter's legs but a pussy once again.

"Is it over?" Lana asked.

Lois rubbed her flat stomach. "Blaze and the DMN app? Yeah. Zatanna and Barbara worked up some kind of exorcism..."

"I mean..." Lana swallowed. "I mean us."

Lois Lane smiled and walked over to where her half-naked girlfriend was on the couch, pussy wet and fingers paused in mid-masturbation.

"Miss Lang," Lois said as she dropped to her knees, head moving toward the wet cunt. "I think we are just getting started."