End: Lois Wakes Before The Birth

The reporter's eyes flew open, heart thundering in her chest, naked skin drenched in a cold sweat. She stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom and shuddered as the last tangled remnants of the dream left her. It had seemed so real...so vivid. Almost as though she had lived such a ritual.

Then something moved in her.

Lois Lane stared down at the pale dome of her stomach, rising high above where her formerly flat belly should be. Small bumps distended the surface, hands and feet pushing from within. Her navel stood out on top of the whole solid mass, reminding her obscenely of a nipple on a gigantic breast.

"No," she whispered, a chill slinking down her spine.

"Yes," the devil said, sliding into view from behind the reporter's stomach. "It's time."

The reporter struggled to rise, but found her arms and legs tied to the four posts of her bed with sheets. She was spread eagle, and a mounting pressure was building inside...just like in her nightmare.

"It's not real," she told herself as a cramp struck her belly. Almost instinctively, she began to press down, thighs straining as she tried to close her legs. "It's just a dream. Just a dream and I'll wake up and I won't be pregnant..."

"Yes Lois," Blaze said with that mocking half-smile. She placed a hand on top of the naked woman's pregnant belly, and Lois could feel that hand, every splayed finger of it. "It's all a dream. Now push."

Lois pushed. It felt like dream logic, surreal and yet unassailable. Somehow she was pregnant, somehow she was giving birth. Women in labor pushed. That's what they did. So that's what she did.

"Hmm," the demon said. "You're not quite dilated enough yet. Let's...relax you a little."

The pregnant reporter wasn't quite sure what the demon meant...until she felt something hard and warm press apart her pussy lips. Blaze steadied herself, one hand on the reporter's bulging belly, as she slid her cock in. Lois hissed. The penis felt even bigger than before...although really, she thought, it's probably just the weight of her belly pressing on the birth canal, making her tighter.

The birth canal.

Another cramp washed through Lois, muscles contracting, the terrible pressure bearing down on her tunnel even as Blaze's cock burrowed up it. Like being fucked from both ends.

"They say it helps," Blaze said, rubbing the reporter's belly, sliding her cock slowly in and out. A leisurely fuck, for all that the fat girth of her cock seemed to be stretching the gravid woman's cunt wide...but maybe that was the point. "Don't worry, it won't hurt the baby."

"The baby..." Lois said, the first thing she said in a while. It was still too much to process. If only I could wake up...

"Called into being with your spell," Blaze murmured, pushing herself in until the taut skin of Lois Lane's curved belly brushed against her abdomen. "We will welcome her together into this world."

"Her!" Lois seized on the word, and her heart went out to the baby in her belly. A daughter.

"She wants to be born now," The demon said.

There were no more words for a while. Blaze humped her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her pregnant pussy, letting the reporter acclimate to the size of her cock. The fucking seemed to go on for hours, a tantric haze left Lois exhausted and sexually excited at the same time. She shuddered once or twice as her body unwillingly climaxed, but Blaze never stopped her ceaseless mechanical grind, the wet schlap-schalp of cock in cunt...and the contractions grew closer and closer.

Then a damp warm wetness broke inside of Lois. Blaze screwed up her face, her load blown at last...and a stranger, fuller wetness almost seemed to wash the demon's cock out of her pussy, the belly dropping lower.

"She's coming," Blaze opened her pure white eyes, which burned brightly as though lit from within.

Lois struggled not to howl in the hour of her travail. It was happening fast now, the contractions coming every minute, body pressing down, and something was moving inside of her now, stretching her inner gates wide. She bit back a scream as she felt the hard, massive body moving through her cunt, bigger than Blaze's prick, bigger than anything that the reporter had ever had inside of her.

The demon disappeared from view, but Lois could feel her hands on her pussy now, pushing against the labia, spreading it wide.

"I can see her!" The voice came, unable to hide a quiver of anticipation and excitement. "She's crowning!"

Lois pushed. Blaze was there, spreading her pussy. Ready to catch the child as it exited the womb. And as the head began to spread her apart, two hard little nubs digging at her insides...the reporter sucked in her breath as she felt the familiar sense of expectancy build within her, a sensual heat that she knew all too well.

Oh no, the reporter groaned inwardly, unable to stop her thighs from shaking and toes from curling. She pushed down hard, the head passing through, but then the shoulders spread her even wider...

She screamed less in pain than in ecstasy, the cunt-shattering birth-orgasm ripping through her bound body. Lois was almost unaware of the rest of the baby being carefully pulled from her body, her pussy spasming in rapturous echoes as endorphins flooded her system.

The reporter laid back, tears falling down her cheeks. Her pussy felt ruined, numb. Her belly deflated. Contractions still racked her body, and Lois sucked in air, knowing that she still had to deal with the afterbirth...

In the bathroom, the sound of running water. Blaze returned with something small and pink, wrapped in Lois Lane's softest towel. Two pink nubs of horn on her forehead. Tiny ears that came to a point. Eyes closed, but bawling lustily.

The demon gestured, and the knots holding Lois Lane's wrists and ankles came undone.

"You did well, Lois." Blaze sat on the bed and held the baby up to the reporter's breast. "Now let her drink. It's almost dawn...the long night is over...and a new day is about to begin..."