End: To Greet Her New Champion

It was the afternoon, a boiling Mediterranean sun blazing down on Themyscira, and Lois Lane was in the garden by one of the shrines, oiling her distended abdomen. It had only been a week since her night out, and yet she had already changed so much. Her whole life had been upended, her body adjusting to the massive—and, from what the Justice League could determine, possibly perpetual—pregnancy...and yet all Lois could feel was excitement.

It was like a flip had been switched in her head. To be the most pregnant woman ever...to get bigger and bigger. Her pussy burned at the thought. She blushed as she remembered the nights she slept out in the open, on the roof, and how Superman had come to her...careful not to touch the ground, but taking the reporter from behind. His big hands cupped her growing breasts, the swell of her belly...and his cock, stretching out her tight tunnel. Lois was sure that every Amazon could hear her moans and gasps as he rutted her like a ram breeds a sheep....and left her with another fertile load, his super-semen swimming for her eggs. More babies for her bountiful womb, joining their future brothers and sisters in their slow development.

The tread of a sandal on the grass caught the pregnant reporter's attention. A figure stepped out of the shrine...taller than any of the other Amazons, at least ten feet tall, and built differently. There were no bulging muscles, only soft curves, exaggerated hips and tremendous breasts. The tight purple-fringed robe she wore only accentuated her hourglass figure, the smoothness of her legs, and the hair was the exact golden color of a sunrise burning through sea foam.

"Who..." Lois said.

"I go by many names, little mother," the voice spoke in ancient Greek, pure and unchanged by time, yet Lois heard that same honey-soft voice in her head and knew what she meant. "To some I am Astarte, Ishtar, and Inanna; the Romans called me Venus; and these Amazons, last remnant of the old ways, know me as Aphrodite. I am all of these and more, for I am beauty, love, lust, pleasure, passion...and procreation."

She stepped across the garden in a single stride, and bent down, one fingertip just touching the reporter's swollen abdomen. The finger burned for a moment...and then the heat spread throughout the reporter's entire body, and faded.

"You..." Lois Lane's mind worked. "Was it you? Who did this to me?"

The smile widened. "Aye. I sensed such love within you...and the skein of your destiny had long ago been woven. You were fated to be a mother Lois. Yet the Fates care only about certain ends, not all of them, nor the warp and weft. Much may be done, to satisfy a prophecy and yet choose their own ends. I saw you might fall into the clutches of that bald man of science with a heart of stone, and made my arrangements...and when you made your choice, it was I who reached forth and guided his machine. If you had chosen otherwise, I would have seen to your release."

The reporter took a deep breath. She felt...different. The sounds and smells of the garden so much sharper. She could hear the bees busy within the flowers. Smell her own dripping pussy, which had gushed at the touch of the goddess, the juices overflowing the seat and dripping into the earth. Where they touched the black, volcanic soil, green shoots began to push through the surface.

"Lois of the Lane...long have I needed a champion in this world. Someone who could give herself to that aspect of me that I myself may not, for a goddess is constrained to act in the mortal world. It falls to you to be the mother of a generation of superboys and supergirls...and to give them the love and nurturing that only you can provide. To this end, I have augmented your gifts with my own...married within your womb science and sorcery. It will carry you through into the new age, even as you grow beyond the bounds of mere mortal fertility. You will be, in the end, the most pregnant woman in this world or any other..."

Lois licked her lips. She trembled with excitement. Yet her curiosity burned within her. She had to know the answer to one more question.

"The seed...that made me pregnant. Is it..." she asked.

The goddess nodded.

"Your true love. He knew not. Yet like all men, at times he sought relief, by himself. Ever did I collect that spent seed, to keep it safe until the time when it was needed. Never did Superman know that every time he came into his hand, in truth he was cumming into you...and the children you bear are his children. Already, I think, he knows this in his heart...but he will know it when you tell him."

Aphrodite straightened. Lois Lane looked at the goddess, and her gaze found its way to her exposed navel. There were fine white scars there...childbirth had marked her, yet it had not lessened her beauty at all.

"I have given you all the gifts that are mine to give," the goddess said. "And the rules of the gods state I may not tarry longer. Use them well, my champion..."

The goddess seemed to step back...and then faded from sight. Lois Lane blinked, and shivered. Between her feet, newborn flowers opened up their blossoms, and bees buzzed about her ankles.

Warm hands laid on her shoulders. With her new senses, Lois could feel the heat of her lover's erection behind her head. She grinned wickedly.

"Lois," Superman said. "I'm sorry, something came over me, I can't...I can't wait until tonight."

With barely a grunt, Lois stood up. She hitched up her skirt, knees wide, her swollen stomach hanging in front of her. She imagined what she would look like when, in this position, her overburdened womb would stretch to the ground. Between her legs, her honey dripped, intoxicating even the Man of Steel.

"Neither can I," she said, shivering with anticipation. "Come on love...knock me up some more."

His cock slipped inside of her, so hard and sensitive that they both nearly came at that instant...and Lois Lane felt a wonderful sense of fulfillment. As if this was her place, where she was and what she was supposed to do...and as he began to move, she pushed with her legs, ass moving to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to push deeper and harder...though at this point she was so fertile, the reporter felt that if he came three feet away, a single drop on her labia would be enough to make her a little bigger.

Dimly, Lois Lane wondered how big she would really get...and smiled wider as she realized that someday, she would find out.