End: Lois Can Fight, But She Cannot Escape

Blaze pressed her hands on her gravid stomach, pouring her dark power into her body, colon squeezing tight. In her ass, a sac was already forming around the reporter. The reporter's body was shrinking, cells regressing, recombining. Already the memories of who she was were fading away, as the body of the adult woman gave way to a teenager...an adolescent...a child...and now a fetus. Inside of her, the unborn Lois Lane kicked and struggled, but who she had been was almost gone...and there remained only who she would be.

The scarlet succubus sat on her ass, hands stroking her swollen stomach. Her body going through its own changes. Even an unnatural pregnancy had its consequences. The demon could feel the tingle in her breasts as long-dormant milk glands came to life. Fat deposits shifted, accepting the cast-off minerals and proteins as Lois shed med, her hips and breasts thickening, the dome of her stomach smoothing out as a thin layer of blubber puffed it out from within.

The demon smiled as the baby's instinctive efforts to fight slowly diminished. The stomach shrank, back through the trimesters, and Blaze felt her breasts grow and hips widen...nearly twice the mass she had been when she met Lois...and the reporter was now just a wiggling thing inside of her, the demon's black blood flowing through the infernal umbilical.

With a sigh, Blaze ceased the regression when Lois was the equivalent of six weeks along. There was no outward sign of the pregnancy, in Blaze's now bloated and MILF-y body...but she could sense the life inside of her. The corrupting essence flowing through the tiny veins. Her dark spirit influencing the growing child's mind. The demon rested on her side, one hand lifted so fingers could play at her slutty asshole, wondering if the unborn spirit of Lois Lane would be bombarded with the image and feelings. How they might affect her.

Blaze sneered as she imaged how many servants she would have pump her ass during the long months of this pregnancy, bathing the fetus in their cum. Lois Lane would see more cock in the next nine months of her new life than she had seen in the last thirty years of her old one...and all for one purpose.

"When you emerge," Blaze said softly. "You shall be my child, in blood and spirit...and oh, how fearsome and terrible you shall be!"

Lois Lane had no answer to that, nor even ears to hear it. She was in the dreamless nonbeing of the unborn, her night out over...but stretching ahead of her, a whole new dark life, as the demon's daughter.