End: Go To The Doctor

Unusual pregnancies were an occupational risk for superheroines and supervillainesses—and Lois Lane had hung around the metahuman community long enough to know. Older women counseled the younger ones; there were numbers to call, doctors and nurses that could be trusted, options...made available, if necessary.

Which was how, several hours later, Lois Lane found herself in a paper gown on a table in one of the off-the-books examination rooms of a WayneTech urgent care facility as two doctors examined her. Two very unusual doctors.

Doctor Midnite was old-school. The slim, elderly, ut spry man wore clean blue latex gloves and dark goggles that hid his light-sensitive eyes. His part of the process was strictly medical: he had drawn blood for a series of tests, including for pregnancy, had examined her vagina for tears, and taken a sample of the residue which currently packed the reporter's pussy. Along the way, he conducted a thorough by non-invasive physical with all the bedside manner of an old country doctor who had done this a thousand times before...and slowly but surely, Lois had found herself revealing details of the night's events she had not known she remembered, and hadn't meant to relate.

As someone used to interviews, she admired his skill, even as she tried to ignore the cold stethoscope against her chest, and the gloved fingers that probed her tender breasts.

Doctor Fate was cut from another cloth entirely. His golden cape and blue tabard were bright, vivid, dramatic. He stood over Lois, his faceless golden helmet inscrutable, his voice strangely old and echoing as he mumbled incantations. The amulet at his throat opened its central eye and played out its light upon the reporter's naked body...and strangely enough, Lois almost fancied she saw things where that light hit her skin, patterns and colors that were normally invisible to her, now revealed.

Both of them, however, came to the same conclusion.

"You are pregnant," Dr. Midnite said, quite simply. "Normally conception takes longer, and it is difficult to be sure, but the means of your...ah...insemination has rather made things certain. Very certain."

"The spirit of the demon Blaze is within you; the embryo is already ensouled. Her power lies dormant within your flesh, but because you invited her in, and desired the pregnancy, her power and essence is quite entwined with your own. It will be difficult to remove her." Dr. Fate added.

"Remove?" Lois said, and one hand instinctively clutched at her navel. "You want me to have an abortion?"

Dr. Midnight coughed. "We...are offering the option. You're currently gestating an incredibly powerful demonic entity, Lois. We don't know exactly what her plans are, but they can't be good, if you take my meaning. Yet the pregnancy is early enough that if you wish, together Dr. Fate and I believe we can terminate safely. If you wait...well, we may not be able to. It's now or never, I'm afraid."

Lois Lane bit her lip. "I can't...think about it?"

The doctors shared a glance.

"The dark of the moon is in two weeks time. It would be a propitious moment to conduct the necessary exorcisms and sorcery. If you wait beyond that...you will need to carry this burden for its full duration, and be delivered of it."

Lois Lane nodded gravely.

"Thank you doctors. I'll...I'll let you know my decision. Soon."

The plug, Dr. Midnite assured her, was mostly ash, cemented together with a bit of the demon's leftover semen. He had given her a douche kit, and suggested she wash out in the shower. Dr. Fate had provided some herbal potion from beneath his cape, which he claimed was a hypoallergenic soap that would not harm her.

Which is why, as dawn rose over Metropolis, and Lois Lane's night out finally came to an end, the exhausted reporter found herself with her back against the wall, the hot water raining down on her naked body, and a bulb with a tube on it directed between her legs. The warm water with the gentle soap, which smelled of pine needles and yak butter, flushed the black goo out of her cunny easily. It ran down between her legs and circled the drain...but she was packed full, and it took several attempts, working the tube a little deeper each time, and still seeing more and more of the blackness flow out of her...

...and all the while, Lois Lane couldn't keep her mind off the idea that she was pregnant. Really, truly pregnant. Her mind's eye flared with visions of her stomach slowly doming out into a pot belly, of her breasts growing heavier and more sensitive, the nipples darkening, that dark line creeping up from her crotch toward her navel...

...and perhaps it was no surprise that she found two fingers stuffed into her sore and sensitive cunt, with the douche crammed as deep inside of her as it could go, as she relived that terrible and awesome and erotic moment of Blaze filling up cunt again and again, more than any woman's pussy had ever been filled...and when at last she could stand it no more Lois collapsed onto her knees as she worked the douche in and out of her cunny, frigging her clit like mad, moaning like a wanton whore...

...and Lois Lane knew it was going to be a long, hard pregnancy.