End: Human Meat

"Do you know how many women would literally trade a pound of flesh for a wish?" Blaze whispered from across the table. "In some cases, the ladies simply want to lose weight. More than willing to sacrifice a bit of muscle if it comes with fat."

Lois stared at the empty plates in front of her. She felt ill.

"Don't worry. The process was painless." The demon was behind her now, her lips against the reporter's ear. Lois tried to jump, but her swollen pregnant stomach was lodged tight against the table. "All promises fulfilled. The women you're looking for are safe, having the vacation of their dreams...if a bit lighter."

"You made me a cannibal," the reporter felt bile rise in her throat. "Why?"

"Because that's what the babies need," the chair suddenly vanished and Lois had to grab ahold of the table, splaying her legs to keep from falling on her gravid belly. "Mortal flesh to wrap themselves in, to grow big and strong. In fact, now that you've had a breather...it's time for the second course."

There was a scent like ozone, and sparks that were black against the darkness of the dimly-lit kitchen...and then Lois saw the plates refilled with steaming, hot meat, dripping fat...

"No." Lois swallowed the saliva building in her mouth. "No, I won't do it, I won't..."

"In for a penny," Blaze's hands settled on the reporter's hips. Something warm and hard slid across the reporter's pussy lips. "In for a pounding."

The pregnant reporter held onto the table for dear life as the cock slid into her snatch. Her body shivered, and Lois hated herself for feeling so...complete...when the demon dickgirl's hips slammed into her ass. The food was right there in front of her, literally mouthwatering, bloated stomach rumbling, hunger growing once again...

"Think of the babies, darling," Blaze huffed as she began to slide her cock in and out in long, slow, steady strokes. "You are eating for four, after all."

"Triplets?" Lois moaned, thighs quivering, calves burning. She could feel things shift inside of her stomach, hands and feet pressing against her bloated womb, awakened by the steady pounding of that demonic dick inside her pussy. The weight of her belly was pressing down on her birth canal, making her cunt even tighter than normal.

"Don't think of it as people, dear," Blaze's hands slid up and down the reporter's hips, which felt wider to the reporter than usual. "Just think of it as meat. Calories. Nutrients. Those women gave it freely. The least you could do is see that it doesn't go to waste. No point in refusing a steak after the cow has been slaughtered, hmmm?"

Lois hated the hunger gnawing at her body. Hated the cock pounding her pussy into jelly. The words that Blaze whispered into her ear, the literal devil at her shoulder. How her hand reached out to grab a steaming bowl of broth, slices of pink meat floating in it, and brought it directly to her face.

She hated how good it tasted. The warmth of it sliding down her throat. How her belly groaned and swelled as she ate and fucked, indulging in her appetites carnal and carnivorous.

Her tits ached as they swelled with milk for the babies. Blaze lifted her up to take pressure off of her legs, and still Lois could feel her belly grow and sag. How much weight did a woman with triplets put on during a pregnancy? How much did she have to eat?

How many women had given Blaze their pound of flesh?

Lois Lane ate until she felt short of breath. The cock inside of her was still hard, her pussy squeezing rhythmically, almost absentmindedly. Her body felt heavy, and her gut...

She stared down at the distended abdomen. It didn't touch the floor...she would feel it...but it had definitely "dropped," hanging low on her. Her breasts had swollen, blue veins standing out, flesh looking taut and tight.

"That feels like...oh, sixty pounds," Blaze said. "Still peckish?"

The reporter surveyed the empty table before her. Sixty pounds. Half of her body weight. And she did feel...full. Overfull, in fact. Her stomach hurt, a deep ache inside.

"No," Lois felt bits of meat stuck in her teeth. She wanted to floss, to vomit, to rinse until the taste was out of her mouth... "I'm done."

A hard cramp went through the reporter's pussy, still impaled on Blaze's dick. She felt the flow of fluid gush out of her slit, and for a terrible moment she thought she had wet herself...and then she realized what it was.

"Oh no, sweetmeat," Blaze cooed, pulling Lois away from the table and toward the bed. "Your journey into motherhood is just beginning."

As the first contraction shook her swollen frame, and dawn broke over Metropolis, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter groaned. Her night out, with all her indulgence in sin and appetites, was over; now she faced a new day...and the horrors of birth.