End: Honesty Is The Best Policy

Just woman up and tell her, Lane, Lois thought to herself.

"So...when I was inside you, I think I...laid some eggs in you. Like, a lot. I counted thirteen."

The reporter kept her face carefully neutral as Lana's face went through a variety of expressions...surprise, disbelief, acceptance, and...Lois was shocked to find...a deepening flush to her cheeks and her irises dilating. Lois tried to put it off as aftereffects of the sex, but Lana's distinct arousal at the idea of getting impregnated with eggs was clear.

"Right. Well. Thanks for telling me. We'll...uh...do something about that later!" The redhead **** a grin on her face. "For now, let's find those ladies!"

Lois Lane consulted the smartphone...but couldn't shake that there was something wrong. Off, even. Still, she put it aside for now. Sending messages to the nearby women on the app, Lois arranged to meet them near the back, by the elevator, where it was a little quieter and they could talk.

Lana and Lois threaded their way through the crowd. The reporter was cognizant now of the size of her dick, glad that the light was so dark that few people could see what she was packing in these tight pants. She arrived at the back; woman and dickgirl claimed an empty table...and waited.

There was an anxiousness in those few minutes. Wondering who, if anyone, would show up. Lois felt Lana's hand against her thigh...just a friendly hand, and Lois froze. Then she felt the fingers exploring, until they found the cock, stuffed in her pants. That warm palm rubbing against the dick. Lois was about to say something...when they arrived.

Four of them, not just three. But three of them were dressed as women, and the fourth was an androgynous-looking Asian man—Lois thought that was Tonya Wong. Maybe he went by "Tony" now.

"Hi," the reporter said, sitting up straighter, speaking loud enough to be heard about the music and the crowd. "My name's Lois Lane, I'm a reporter with the Daily Planet..."

The story came out, piece by piece. Lana ordered drinks, which eased the tension a little, lubricated tongues. Each of them had found the app on their phone. Experimented with it...and found that they liked it. Hell, they loved it. It had opened up a world of new possibilities.

Diana Reynolds and Jenny Dunlap had started a little porn business. Just dropped out of school and made videos of them fucking each other with different genitals. The possibilities were endless and the money was good. Why stay in school for years, get tens of thousands of dollars in debt, when a year or two of fucking could set them up for life? Lois smiled, not pointing out the tired bags under their eyes, the needle marks on Jenny's arm. Something told the reporter that the lifestyle was wearing them both thin. Porn did that.

Mara de la Cruz hadn't dropped out of school, but she had been busy exploring the possibilities in a different way...for an art project. She showed Lois some of the stills. Alien anatomies in oil and watercolor. Genital paintings. Prints. She was calling it "Intersex(te)." Lois wasn't quite sure she got the concept, but Mara assured her she was just on break from school, not quitting.

Which left...Tony Wong.

"I just...I always wanted to transition, right? But I could never find the money, never face the surgery. Then the app gave me the option to swap out bits and...yeah, there's a cost to make it permanent. I was happy to pay it."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Cost?"

All four of them looked at her.

"It's called the DMN app," Diana said. "As in, demon. You can use it for a while free, but if you want the premium features or permanently, you have to pay. The big-ticket stuff costs your soul, but there are small payments...little jobs you could do. Deliveries. Seduce people. Get people to use the app. That kind of shit."

"So...who's behind it?" Lois asked.

A woman stepped out of the crowd. Against all the clubwear, her one-piece black dress looked like a piece of the night. Tall, thin, almost bony. She had the deep chest of a runner, well-muscled limbs. A broad forehead, dark hair fell in oily black waves behind her shoulders. The skull reminded Lois of the bust of Nefertiti, the smile was straight off the Mona Lisa...and the eyes, the eyes were pure white with no pupil or iris, like two holes punched into an infinite white space.

"That's my cue," the woman said, in an accent that Lois had never heard before. "Go have fun now ladies...and Tony."

They left...and the woman sat down.

"I am Blaze," she said, her eyes glowing softly. "I put the demon in the DMNapp...and you ladies are my latest customers. So...let's talk costs."

"Am I really pregnant?" Lana blurted, before Lois could say anything.

The eyes turned to stare at the redhead. Lois could feel Lana's fingers clutching at her dick. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she felt for sure that she'd read Lana correctly when she'd made the reveal earlier.

"In a sense. Thirteen demonic eggs are currently lodged in the walls of your uterus. I can convert those to human embryos..." Her glowing eyes turned to Lois. "...and your genitals to human genitals. For a price."

"How much?" Lana asked, before Lois could get a word in. The reporter frowned, not sure what to say...she didn't want to sell her soul for a cock...and then sighed, and decided she'd better say as much.

"Lana," she said. "I'm not selling my soul for a cock. And you shouldn't either. We don't know anything about this person, we shouldn't rush into things."

Blaze put her fingertips together. "Indeed. As it happens, I don't want either of your souls. But you will...owe me. Two favors, each."

Lois frowned. "What kind of favor?"

The demon put her hands flat on the table. Her poker face was excellent, and the reporter couldn't read that expression.

"Nothing that would violate your moral code. One I would cash in right now: that you spike this story, and say nothing to anyone about the DMNapp or those women who have used it. Let this one go, and you can have your genitals, and...your pregnancy."

Lana swallowed. "Human babies, right? Lois's DNA and mine."

The head nodded. Lois felt a sinking sensation. She hadn't come out tonight for a one-night stand, much less a massive cock and a pregnant girlfriend.

"What happens if you call in your second favor and we don't want to pay it?" Lois insisted.

"Then your 'changes' will revert. But the pregnancy will remain. Although it might go hard on Miss Lang."

Lana's hand clamped tight on Lois Lane's cock. She turned to the reporter, eyes wide. Begging.

"Lois," she whispered. "Please. For me? For our children?"

The reporter frowned deeply...she didn't like this. Didn't like any of this. She was losing her story and doing a deal with the devil. Not exactly what she'd hoped for.

"Alright," she said. "Deal."

Blaze extended both of her hands.

"Let's shake on it," she suggested.

Black sparks zapped from the demon's hands...and both woman and dickgirl stiffened as an invisible current ran through their bodies. Lois didn't have to look to know her cock was shifting to a more human color and consistency...and doubted not that the little parasitical lifeforms in Lana's cervix were even then changing into tiny fertilized embryos.

"Lovely doing business with you ladies," Blaze said as she released their hands. "I'll be in touch."

She got up and left...and Lois and Lana sagged against each other. The reporter resisted the urge to pull her pants out to look at her junk, and she could tell her new...girlfriend? babymama?...was doing the same.

Lana laid her head against Lois and whispered, just loud enough to be heard.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," Lois said.

"I...have a huge pregnancy fetish," the redhead admitted. "I mean, I always thought I'd have a big family, but I never met the right person, and now that I am, I...I really, really want you to take me home and fuck me right now."

Lois Lane sighed. Her trouser snake stirred in her pants. Maybe everything would work out.

"Well, as long as we're being honest," Lois said. "I'd like to take you home and fuck you too."

So they did.