End: They Can Leave—But Lois Lane's Plan Didn't Quite Work

"Of course," Blaze said, and there was something in her Mona Lisa smile, in the glint in her pure white eyes, that gave the reporter pause. "Now that you're all pregnant, the spell is over, and it is time for us all to go...and this cavern and its unnatural pool shall return to what they were."

Red fingers snapped. There was the crash of thunder.

For a moment, Lois could feel the sand beneath her feet, the warm, wet, cum-scented air on her naked skin. Her ass hurt, and her hand clamped tight over her cunny, to keep any jizz from getting in...but the world shifted and bled around her. Lois Lane blinked quickly...and found herself, and the four other women. They were standing before the Black Door, in the hallway beneath the club. Lois was wearing her clothes, the women were naked.

"Okay," the reporter said to the pregnant women. "No hard feelings?"

Diana Reynold's tongue touched her split lip. Mara stood on shaky legs, still wincing from the cunt-punt.

"Put it this way," Lois said. "All I want is an interview. If you agree to that, I'll go upstairs and get you some clothes, and we can get out of here, get some real food. My treat."

After weeks of eating nothing but jizz, the women agreed. Lois took the stairs two at a time...and she thought back to Blaze's words.

She only fucked my ass, Lois thought. I can't be pregnant!

There was a soreness in the reporter's ass that confirmed she wasn't misremembering. Still, it bothered her.

Up in the club, Lois pulled aside a waitress and gave a likely scenario: several women had their clothes stolen, and Lois had cash and was willing to buy excess clothes from the lost-and-found. It didn't take long for the report to spread...and within ten minutes, Lois was headed back downstairs, her cash exhausted but a greasy cardboard box full of assorted t-shirts, bras, panties, hotpants, socks, and shoes.

Twenty minutes after that, a motley crew were seated at the nearest all-night diner, a greasy spoon that served hot coffee and scrambled eggs, grits, steaks, even a bit of fruit. It didn't take long before the half-starved pregnant woman were gorging themselves...and Lois found herself digging in with surprising appetite as well.

A cab dropped the pregnant women off at the Metropolis University campus. Lois had her interviews, all the material she needed for her story...and the cabbie drove her back to her apartment building just as dawn broke. Tired, exhausted, and her stomach churned from all the greasy food, Lois made her way up to her apartment. Peeled off the clothes, including her stained panties.

The reporter paused and rubbed her flat abdomen. A sense of foreboding and depression filled the exhausted woman. Blaze had cum in her ass. It was anatomically impossible for her to be pregnant...

...which was why, six weeks later, after Lois had been nauseous for days and realized she had missed her period, the reporter would stare with unbelieving eyes at the positive pregnancy test and wonder how the hell that had happened.

Of course, Hell was exactly how it had happened. To lay with a demon was an unnatural act, and unnatural consequences were only...natural.

As Lois Lane thought back to her night out, Blaze would laugh...and wonder what her children would look like.