End: Lois Is Pear-Shaped

Lois Lane groaned. She staggered to her feet, body strangely heavy. She couldn't remember when exactly things had moved to her apartment, but that's where they were now. Urgent need brought her to the toilet...and that was when the problems began.

"Blaze!" Lois roared. "What the hell did you do to my ass!?"

The exhausted demon, sprawled on the bed, raised her horned head...and the pure white eyes without pupil or iris, grew wide.

Last night, Lois Lane had been sleek and trip, skinny and flat in all the right places. Now...she was pear-shaped. Not just bottom-heavy, but broader than her shoulders. Her ass was a two-chair affair, and had to be nearly three feet from hip to hip, the muscular thunder-thighs tapering down to narrow knees and well-formed calves. The buttocks themselves jiggled as Lois waddled forward, unable to run with such a wide-hipped gape.

"Look at me! I'm a freak!"

"Oh trust me," the scarlet succubus said as a part of her became fully awake. "I'm looking."

"My ass is a fucking helipad! I can't fit on the toilet, I..." Lois finally noted the great crimson todger pointing at her ceiling. "...is it just me, or is that bigger than it was last night?"

"You want to measure it?" Blaze asked as she waggled the turgid cock. "By the brass balls of Belial, I can't remember the last time I was this hard."

Despite herself, Lois took another step or two toward the bed.

"Nothing I have fits," the reporter complained.

"I'll buy you a new wardrobe. We'll make a day of it." Blaze said patting her knees.

Lois came up to the edge of the bed. She ran a hand down her still-flat stomach. Despite the wide hips, she really wasn't fat in the belly. A part of her knew that she shouldn't do this...but then again, it's not like she hadn't fucked Blaze before. What was one more morning quickie, after a night of anal sex?

"You could just change me back," Lois said as she climbed onto the bed. She crawled over to where Blaze lay and, without preamble, began to lick the tip, spitting and drooling to get it wet enough to go back up her butt.

"Not on your life." The demon said with feeling. "That ass is a masterpiece."

"Part of you thinks so," Lois said, admiring the tower of cock before her. With a wobble she stood up and turned around.

Without being asked, Blaze's crimson arms came up and grabbed the reporter's buttocks, spreading the massive cheeks. Each buttock had to be twice the size of the demon's head, a massive slab of muscle and soft, jiggly fat, with a well-greased donut buried in the center. Lois made to sit, and the demon slowly guided the reporter right onto that stiff scarlet schlong.

With all the fucking they had done last night, Lois knew that she should be too sore to even consider any more anal sex...but instead, the spit-slick prick slipped sloppily into her enormous keister. The asshole was smooth and opened readily, the cock sliding into place as though it was made for no other purpose than this. Which, Lois reflected, it probably was.

"Fuck that feels good," the reporter said as she settled her new weight onto her demon lover. Blaze hadn't let the reporter's ass go since she had gripped it. "Doing okay down there?"

"F-fuckin-g grrreeeat." Blaze purred.

"You know," Lois said, swiveling her hips to grind her ass against the demon's abs. "I should be pissed at you, after everything that happened last night."

"You're not pissed at me," Blaze said. "Not yet."

Lois paused her grinding. "What do you mean, 'not yet?'"

"Let's just say you're...going to be getting a little curvier."

The reporter leaned back and twisted around as well as her wide hips allowed. She wanted to look Blaze in the eye.

"Explain."

"You're pregnant, sweetmeat. It'll be a few weeks before you get a baby bump, but it's only a matter of time."

"You..." She looked down at herself. "I'm ruined!"

"You're beautiful."

"I look like the back end of a hippopotamus!"

"You're sexy!"

"I'm going to get fat!"

"You're going to get tits!"

Lois sniffed. She didn't know when she had started crying.

"You think so?"

"Absolutely. And besides, it won't be all that bad. Let me drain my balls and then we'll go get you those clothes...and in a couple weeks when your belly starts to balloon and your tits blow up, we'll do it all again."

Lois couldn't contain her laugh. "You just want to fuck me."

"Sweetmeat, that's all I ever wanted since you came into the club last night."

Blaze's voice was serious. Lois felt a familiar itch deep inside. It did feel good to have a cock in her ass.

"I'm still pissed at you," she said. "And you're going to have to make it up to me."

"Yeah?" The demon said.

"Yeah. For starters, I want a nice big load of jizz in my ass...and then I want you to suck it out..."

Even as Lois Lane detailed what she wanted, she knew she was being greedy. A part of her knew that her night out was going to have long-lasting consequences...if nothing else, everyone at the office would stare at her new pear-shaped physique, and she'd either have to get a new chair or tear the arms off the old one, because there was no way her capacious ass would fit in the scrawny ergonomic seat anymore. Yet that was in the future...and right now, as Lois began to lift her momentus butt up and slam it down, the demon's cock hitting nice and deep inside of her—Lois wondered if maybe she hadn't come out the winner after all.