End: Lois Swallows Whatever Blaze Gives Her

Good ice cream melts in the mouth, and runs down the throat, to settle in and fill up all the empty spaces in the stomach. Lois tasted chocolate, caramel, nuts, sticky chocolate syrup so rich she almost gagged...and the spoon didn't stop. It scooped out bite after bite and shoveled it to her mouth, which always opened.

It isn't as if I'm still hungry, Lois realized. If anything, her stomach felt over-full, gut straining painfully at the waistband of her too-tight pants. The reporter belched, tasting seafood mixed queasily with ice cream, but she still opened her mouth again as Blaze scraped the spoon against the side of the bowl, bringing forward the next half-melted sweet spoonful.

Too many calories, and Lois knew it. She was in for a tummy ache tonight, and then tomorrow...she'd have to spend all day at the gym and stick to salads all week just to begin to balance out the massive overdose of calories she was imbibing tonight. Even then, she'd probably gain a pound or two...

Would that really be so bad? Lois wondered, as she slurped down the next spoonful. She could feel chocolate sauce drip down her chin, making a mess of her shirt. I mean if I am pregnant, I need to eat. Doesn't mean I have to get fat, just...

"You know the pernicious thing about fat?" Blaze said, the spoon ringing as it scraped the side of the bowl again. "The fat cells themselves don't go away. Oh, if you starve yourself you can shed the weight, but once you pack a few extra pounds on, those cells stay with you. Makes it easier to gain weight again. Most people, once they start to plateau in their dieting and physical fitness, find that their weight starts to increase again...and then they fall off of their routine, and the pounds just pack on..."

Lois swallowed hard, sure she could taste bile in her throat. She wasn't sure she could physically eat another bite, the very thought of it made her nauseous.

"That's why women who have had children tend to have those luscious curves. Hips widen. A little extra adipose rounding out the waists. Extra skin on the belly that never quite goes away. Breasts swollen and stretched, but they don't go down again. Like a balloon that has a little bit left in it afterwards..."

The reporter shook. Blaze tipped the bowl to bring one last soupy spoonful up, a half-molten glab of icecream in the middle. Fighting her instincts, Lois opened her mouth. She couldn't believe she had eaten it all...

Blaze's left hand caught the back of the reporter's neck. Brought the spoon right to her lips and gently tilted the spoon up, the reporter's head back...letting it flow straight into her mouth and down her gullet, without even needing to swallow.

"You look stuffed," the dickgirl said, as she let the spoon hit the empty bowl with a rattle.

"I couldn't eat another bite," Lois managed, dabbing at the choclate around her mouth. She didn't think she should move; any sudden motion might send her to vomiting. The reporter couldn't remember the last time she had overeaten like that. The woman slid down in her chair until her eyes were level with the table, just wanting to slip into a peaceful food coma.

"Oh, I think you have room for one more mouthful," Blaze said.

Lois was about to protest...when she saw the girlcock slip free from her pants. The reporter's date raised one leg and straddled the half-recumbent reporter, guiding the heavy cock to the pregnant woman's icecream-stained lips.

"I..." The violet eyes turned pleadingly up at the woman who had impregnated her. There was a gleam in those eyes, which burned suddenly pure white, without pupil or iris.

"Open wide," Blaze sang. "Here comes the airplane..."

Lois did. The warm prick slid along her ice cream-cooled tongue. The salty precum mingled weirdly with the sweet aftertaste of the chocolate. The reporter grabbed the arms of the chair and braced herself as Blaze began to gently push the head of her cock in and out of the reporter's mouth, letting Lois taste all of it. The reporter's belly gurgled in protest against anything else entering her overfilled form.

Yet the reporter knew, somehow, that this was only the beginning. That Blaze had meant what she said, and was determined to fatten her up.

As Lois Lane's lips closed on that hot shaft, and a wet schluck-schluck-schluck filled the dining room, she realized... Maybe I want that too. Not to be a pig or a slob, not to weigh five hundred pounds, but maybe...just see what a little extra weight would do. Enjoy the food. Keep exercising, but do a little less. See where it goes. I can always work it back off, once the baby comes...

Blaze sighed in contentment as Lois sucked at her prick. The reporter could feel a dampness between her legs, and her tongue played at that slit, wanting suddenly to feel that hot salty jizz in her mouth, sliding down her throat. It was an unusual end to an unusual night out...and Lois Lane realized that she was in for some big changes in the days and nights ahead.