End: Lois Progresses

"On the bed," Angelica said, holding the camera at the ready. "Lose the clothes."

Lois snorted, recognizing the line. She laid down on the mussed bed in the altogether, feeling the wet spot beneath her where the dickgirl's jizz had pumped into her. Inseminated her. Fertilized her.

The pregnant reporter's nipples hardened at the thought. Tiny little eraser nubs now, but in a few weeks—

SNAP

The naked woman turned to the flash. Her stomach flipped and jumped inside of her, a sudden moment of queasiness passing through her.

"Smile," Angelica told her. So Lois did, hugging her arms beneath her small breasts, waiting for the.

SNAP

Another flutter in her belly. Lois blinked, feeling some...discontinuity. Like there was something she had just forgotten, a hole in the mind, just on the tip of her brain.

"Spread your legs," Angelica asked. "It's just the two of us."

Lois did, bringing her feet up together, her vulva on display. Her neatly-trimmed bush was looking a little overgrown, as though she hadn't shaved in a few weeks. The reporter made a mental note to fix that.

SNAP

"Let me see inside your pussy," Angelica's voice brought Lois back to the present. She had been focused on her stomach which looked...

It must be the angle I'm at, Lois thought, staring down at herself. Because as she reached down to spread her lips, the pink insides on display for the mechanical eye of Blaze's camera, she swore that her stomach had the faintest, slightest of protuberances.

SNAP

Angelica laid the fourth photo on the bed, Lois Lane's pink pussy capture on film for all eternity. The reporter was staring down at her stomach now, and she could swear, really swear, that in between the flashes she had seen it move.

"You know, they say the camera adds ten pounds," Blaze said, carefully lining up another shot. "But I say it adds...oh, about a week. How far along would that make you?"

Lois opened her mouth to speak...

SNAP

That's five...no, six, Lois thought, remembering the shot in the bathroom, holding the pregnancy test. Her fingers felt wet, pussy overflowing. The hair on her labia had grown as though she had gone a month and a half without shaving or waxing. Her stomach had risen.

"How...how much film in that camera?" The pregnant reporter asked.

"Oh, twenty shots to a roll," Angelica said. Lois could see her cock standing out from her body now, hard at the sight of the reporter's transforming body. "Let's see what you look like with a big belly..."

SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP...

Minute by minute, photograph by photograph, Lois Lane posed and wondered as her body raced through the weeks of her pregnancy. The stomach swelled, the hard dome pushing out from within. A dark line began to spread upwards from her mons to her belly button. Blue veins seemed to swim to the surface of he breasts, the nipples growing puffy but not noticeably darker. Her hair touched her shoulders, raven locks uncut.

Blaze laid the final photo down, Lois holding a belly in the middle of its second trimester. Her gravid, distended abdomen was still riding high in her middle, not dropped yet, skin smooth and no stretch marks. Her pussy throbbed, feeling as though she hadn't been fucked for weeks.

"Please," Lois begged. "I need..."

"I know, darling," Angelica said. Her own cock was dripping precum, hard as an iron bar. "Just one thing first."

Blaze fetched something off the shelf and then did something with the camera. Lois reached down between her legs, unable to keep her fingers out of her warm depths any longer. She rubbed at her hairy bush, finding her clit, her free hand roaming over her swollen stomach...and then Angelica was on the bed, kneeling before her, the swollen scarlet head of her shaft pressing against the pregnant pussy.

"Just need to put in a new roll," Angelica said with a wicked grin. "Let's do some action shots."

There are pleasures, Lois Lane would learn that night, that mortal women rarely experience. Balls deep inside her love, the demonic dickgirl snapped her pictures, feeling the cunt tighten on her dick as the child of their love grew within her body, the womb pressing down on her tunnel.

Forty pictures. Forty weeks.

And as the morning sun dawned over Metropolis, and her long night out came to an end, Lois Lane knew she would be huffing and puffing, squeezing and pushing her first child out of her birth canal—freshly lubed with semen—and that it would be far from their last.