End: Lois Lane Will Be Her Surrogate

Lois Lane and Lana Lang lay together in a pool of semen. The reporter was barely aware when cold metal gauntlets lifted the charms from their heads...but her violet eyes opened as she saw the strange masked figure of Morgaine la Fey linger over her.

A single finger traced a figure on the reporter's soft stomach...and for a moment that figure glowed, an image of some ancient Celtic knotwork. The gauntlet clenched, released...and something infinitely small but bright seemed to fall from the outstretched hand, to touch the reporter's abdomen just below the navel, and sink down and out of sight through layers of flesh.

The mask turned to regard Lois. The voice that spoke was barely a whisper, echoing hollowly through the mask, impossibly ancient but softer than before.

"You have your daughters, Lois. The first of many, I think. So your price is this: to bear my son as well. It will be but a small addition to the burthen you already bear."

The sorceress straightened up and turned to go, but the curious reporter **** herself to sit up. Her legs were still numb from the tireless sex. Questions swarmed in her mind...and she asked.

"How...how many?"

Morgaine paused. The mask could not smile. Yet there was a touch of mirth in the voice that said: "You carry a coven within your womb, young mother."

"A coven..." Lois Lane's eyes went wide. There were thirteen people in a coven. Her jaw dropped. It seemed impossible. Women carrying just one or two babies died. Multiples were more difficult...

"Worry not," Morgaine clucked. "The power of the Goddess, and my spell, will ensure the health of both you and the fruit of your womb. Barring accident or ****, you will survive to birth, and the birth itself. I have seen it to be so."

The sorceress swept out of sight...and then Lana Lang stirred. The reporter stared between her lover's legs, to see that her "third leg" was smaller and more manageable now that it was soft, though it was still larger flaccid than most men were erect. A dazed, stupid smile plastered the redhead's face, her hair a mess...

"Hey, beautiful," Lana mumbled sleepily, when she saw Lois...and then she blinked, looked around and made a noise in her throat. "Did we...?"

"Yes," Lois said, confirming the night's events with a nod.

"And you're really...?" Lana said.

"Extremely pregnant," Lois said firmly. "At least, according to one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world. I'll probably want to get a medical opinion."

"Oh," Lana blinked those blue eyes...and a flush covered the freckled cheeks. "We should, um...I mean, do you want to...I mean, my parents won't, but we can explain...urr, my place or...want to get a coffee? Maybe breakfast? My treat."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. This was a great deal like what she imagined it would be like to wake up next to Clark Kent one morning.

"Sure," the Daily Planet's most pregnant reporter said as her stomach rumbled. "I'm eating for a basketball team. We'll talk about the rest of it over coffee."

Together, the half-naked woman and dickgirl clambered to their feet. There was a box of clothes in the lost-and-found behind the bar, and the two staggered out of the bar arm-in-arm, into the sunlight and the sounds of Metropolis' morning traffic. Lana's baggy sweatpants barely concealed the new cock that hung down half-way to her knee, and Lois scratched at the bare midriff that her too-small t-shirt and skirt bared. Something told her that they would both have to get used to such things.

Something about walking hand-in-hand, however, told Lois Lane much about how this relationship would go. Lana was biting her lip, trying not to hold Lois too tight, but the swollen length of the redhead's cock was slowly making it difficult for Lana to walk.

"Breakfast first, Smallville," Lois Lane said as they settled down to a booth in a greasy spoon diner. Her toe, under the table, reached out and touched the head of Lana's cock. "Then I'll take care of that. Then we can talk about...everything else. I hope you're good with diapers."

Lana Lane smiled shyly. "I was the best at diapers in home economics at Smallville High!"

It was so honest an admission that Lois Lane could only laugh...but in truth, her heart melted a little more than she thought it was possible, and as she watched the flush spread across Lana's cheeks to her ears, the reporter knew she was going to do her best to keep Lana Lang...and the python in her pants...very, very happy.