End: Just A Little More

"Target weight is 150 pounds...you're at about 145." Raven said, her hand moving in complicated patterns as she looked at the reporter's aura. "I think it's time for dessert."

In a wave of telekinetic energy, the table was cleared of the half-eaten food and dirty dishes. A huge silver tureen floated before Lois Lane. The freezer of Titans Tower opened, and disgorged its ice cream. Cartons upended, M&Ms burst and spiraled down, chocolate sauce drizzled, nuts cracked, shattered, and rained down...and a single maraschino cherry dropped on top of the enormous sundae.

Lois Lane picked up a spoon.

"I'm not going to be able to move after this," the reporter said. "And my body is never going to recover."

"You're not fat," Blaze insisted, her eyes locked on the reporter's swollen ass, her jiggling breasts, and that enormous gravid stomach. "You're pregnant. Think of the baby, sweetmeat. It'll come off, after. Diet and exercise. I hear breastfeeding burns calories too."

With a sigh, the pregnant reporter hefted her spoon with the same determination as a soldier with a rifle...and dug in.

Raven was using telekinesis to start the dishwashing process. Blaze sidled next to her and said in a whisper:

"That's more than five pounds of ice cream, isn't it?"

"More like five gallons. And that's not counting your 'fattifying' spell under the table that about doubles the caloric value." Raven muttered back. "Do you see her belly?"

"I could hardly miss it," the demon said. Lois Lane's gut was pumping into the table now, and she was having to lean forward to get at the ice cream, dribbles of nuts bouncing across the taut dome of her stomach.

"Does her belly look...bigger than a normal pregnancy to you?"

"Now that you mention it..." the scarlet succubus said. Most pregnant women at full term looked big, but Lois Lane's stomach was enormous. Not wider than her torso, but sticking out further and hanging lower.

"I ran an aura scan. There are multiple overlapping life signs. Twins, at least. Maybe triplets."

The demon's eyes got bigger. Her cock began to dribble, leaving a stain on the borrowed robe.

"Should we tell her?"

The reporter had made a dent in the first layer of the ice cream, which was starting to melt a little. Raven gestured and a bottle of chocolate syrup poured itself onto the dish.

"Her body knows what she needs. She'll stop on her own, eventually." The Titan said.

"But will that be before or after she explodes?" Blaze mused.

Most of the added pounds were going to Lois Lane's belly, which stretched further and hung lower...but not all of them. Her breasts had swollen further and faster than her stomach, the once-pert and taut handfuls now wobbling, jiggly jugs nearly the size of the reporter's head, barely contained by what was left of the unitard and resting on that great swollen stomach. The ass too was wider and softer, with just a bit of droop evident as Lois stood up from the chair to get at the last third of the ice cream.

Raven and Blaze both tilted their head to watch the booty jiggle.

"Daaang..." They said in unison.

"Oof, I'm so heavy," Lois said, leaning on the table to help support her new weight. The reporter had started out the evening at 110 pounds, and was now pushing at least 160... "And I'm getting a tummy ache."

Blaze and Raven looked at each other knowingly.

"Darling? Sweetheart? Light of my life?" The demon said, as sweetly as she could. Lois Lane looked over at her, the spoon still in her mouth, cheeks stained with chocolate.

"That's not a stomach ache. You've gone into labor."

Lois could waddle on her own, but Blaze stepped over to take the reporter's arm and guide her. Raven dialed the hospital to let them know they were coming. The pregnant reporter was holding up well under the circumstances, really.

"I guess I'm going to work off some of this excess weight chasing the baby," she said.

"Babies," Raven murmured as they maneuvered the pregnant woman into the back seat of the T-car.

"What?" Lois said.

"You uh...are carrying quite a lot of the weight in front," Blaze said. "We think there's a chance at...twins? Maybe triplets."

Lois digested this comment about as easily as she'd digested the ice cream. Her analytical, journalistic brain was working hard.

"Is this going to happen every time we have sex? I get pregnant and have to go on an eating binge to pop out your demonspawn?"

Blaze licked her lips. She reached out and rubbed the swollen stomach. "I mean, there's the possibility..."

The reporter's eyes narrowed. "I am never letting you near my pussy again."

"Don't be like that sweetmeat..."

"Never. It's anal or nothing!"

Which was not Lois Lane's final word on the subject—not in the car, and not in the delivery room—and not, several agonizing hours later, when she rested in bed, a loose hospital gown draped over her now massive, leaking, head-sized breasts, demonic regeneration quickly healing the scars from the emergency c-section. Raven, Lois, and Blaze each held one of the babies. They had dark hair, curly like Blaze's, but their mother's eyes.

"So...Raven," Lois said, very tired but very happy as she held daughter #3 in her arms. "How would you feel about being an honorary aunt?"

"Okay. But I should warn you...if you two have another accident like this again...I don't give group rates for babysitting."

Dawn came. The world continued to turn. A little stranger than it had been when Lois Lane went out for the night...a night that had changed the world for several people. Lois Lane cast a glance at Blaze's hard cock; the robe had fallen aside to reveal her erection. The reporter's stomach grumbled.

"Well, I can't promise no more accidents..."