End: Lois Lane Is Not Pregnant

Lois had just staggered to her feet, her massive distended abdomen jutting out in front of her. She had to pee...but there was a whole five feet between the bed and the door to the bathroom. Slowly, carefully, Lois slid one foot forward. Her gravity and balance felt weirdly off. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled, then slid another foot forward.

Her foot caught something. Lois lurched, the weight of her swollen stomach dragging her down. Panic shot through her...but before she could impact the floor, a strong pair of arms grabbed her.

Effortlessly, Superman scooped up the Daily Planet's best reporter in his arms, utterly unfazed by the enormous belly. He gave her a smile.

"Lois, what have you been up to?" Superman said. "I've imagined you naked in my arms, but not like this!"

She gave him a pained smile in return...and pointed toward the bathroom with urgent need.

With great care, the Kryptonian deposited the naked reporter on the throne. As he gave her a bit of privacy, waiting just outside the door, she told him the story of her night out. Then, one arm braced on the sink and the other on the wall, she levered herself up and wiped herself clean. More carefully than before, she waddled to the door, her belly preceding her as she emerged, shaking with effort.

Superman took Lois by the arm, and she leaned on him as he led her back to bed. Once back on the mattress, the reporter flopped down onto her side, her enormous stomach in front of her. For several long moments, the Man of Tomorrow stared at the ginormous gut with his piercing blue eyes...and Lois knew he must be using his X-ray vision to scan through layer after layer of tissue.

"Well," he said finally. "Do you want the good news or the bad news?"

"Bad news," the reporter said with a groan.

"You're not pregnant," he said bluntly. "I've seen something like this before, although not on this scale. Your mother, or what's left of her, is like a parasitic twin. Totally encapsulated by your body, but intertwined with your systems. I don't know if she can be surgically removed, but if so it would be a long and invasive, probably life-threatening procedure."

Lois stroked her enormous stomach. "So I might be stuck like this," she said glumly. Yet curiosity made her ask: "What's the good news?"

"I find enormous bellies very, very sexy."

The reporter raised her head just in time to see the Man of Steel drop his little red shorts...and gasped as she saw him hard and ready for her. Pinned down as she was by her enormous stomach, Lois couldn't have escaped even if she had wanted to.

"You know, Lois," Superman said, staring at her belly and running one hand along her immense curves, as his cock poked at her crotch. "You're going to need a little help dealing with this situation. I wouldn't normally be so forward, but perhaps it would be best if you moved in with me...for a while...so I could help take care of you."

"Aaagh!" Lois gasped as he punctuated the remark by penetrating her. She must have been wetter than she thought, for the hard prick slid in easily.

"I...I guess...that would be alright..." Lois said, not sure just then how she would get around her own apartment with her enormous stomach.

It was the ending of Lois Lane's night out...and the beginning of a strange new chapter in her life. She had set out to find the missing women, and had ended up fulfilling a Kryptonian kink. If the demon Blaze was upset that she had lost Ella Lane's soul, she could at least be amused at the reporter's situation.