End: Two Miracles

Clark Kent's hands pressed against the wall of glass, and the wall cracked. Lois Lane shuddered uncontrollably, her pussy spraying beneath her as the cocks pressed deeper into her nipple-cunts than any before. Her head-sized tits were too big to withdraw through the holes in the wall, even if she wished to. The tit-demon was trapped...unable to pull away, even if she wanted to.

She didn't want to.

"Do it!" she whispered fiercely, wondering if Clark could hear her. "Cum in my tits! Make them grow bigger! Just keep fucking my tits until I can't walk!"

Perhaps he heard her. Perhaps that was why he pounded his whole body forward...and the cracks grew, spread. Lois Lane had a bare moment of terror as the wall suddenly fell toward her...and then she was trapped beneath the pane of one-way glass. Clark Kent was on top of her, humping her swollen tits, and she had a front-row seat as she watched him lose it...really lose it...his glasses falling off of his face...and Lois gasped as the final piece fell into place, and she realized who was really fucking her tits.

"Lois!" Superman said. "I....love you!"

The tit-demon reporter felt for a moment like her heart would burst...and then, as unbelievable white heat flooded her nipple-cunts, she was worried her breasts would.

Potent Kryptonian cum flooded her boobs...and Lois found herself clamping her muscles tight around the twin shafts, **** to hold onto every drop of it. She expected then that her breasts would swell, as they had with every other man who had spewed her seed inside of her...but Lois Lane felt something else happen. Something she didn't understand. It was like something inside of her breasts...opened. Pressure built inside of her, and then white seed began to ooze out around her nipple-cunts. A strange and terrible sense of fulfillment settled through the reporter's whole body. The hunger, the need for cum was sated.

Superman rose, and put his glasses back on. Slipped his wet cocks back inside his pants...and then with inhuman strength he carefully broke the glass away, so that they stared at one another, the topless reporter with the head-sized tits and nipple-cunts, and her old friend...and new lover.

He helped her up, then slipped off his jacket and placed it around her shoulder.

"Sup—Smallville," Lois said. "I..." she looked around, but Blaze had disappeared. "I've had such a weird night!"

"I'm sure," he said, placing a hand over her shoulder. "And I want to hear about it. But we should get you out of here."

She leaned against him as they exited the club. Her heart hammered in her chest. The reporter's breasts jiggled, soft and sensitive and warm, but also...pleasantly full in a way that she couldn't explain. They found themselves on the street, and Lois thought that they would catch a cab...but then Clark led her into an alley...and moments later they were up, up and away, Lois huddled in Superman's arms.

They landed on the balcony of her apartment. He carried her across the threshold. Down on the bed together, they lay side by side, and Lois began to tell her story...as Superman pulled open the coat so that he could see and fondle her heavy tits. Lois Lane didn't mind. His big hands were gentle, and she herself was curious about his twin cocks—but there was one question above all that plucked at the reporter's imagination.

"Why didn't my breasts grow when you came inside them?" She asked. "I mean, I thought they would..."

"Well, I don't know much about magic," Superman said. "But I've been examining your breasts with my X-ray vision, and I think the development of your...secondary and tertiary reproductive systems...was part of an ongoing process. That is, your breasts weren't just getting bigger, but your nipple-vaginas and subsidiary structures were further developing."

"Subsidiary structures?" Lois asked.

He nodded...and his hands gently reached around and pressed across the top of her breasts. The reporter frowned, feeling an unpleasant sort of pressure there.

"You feel that?" He said.

"Yes..."

"Those are ovaries. You also have fully developed cervices and uteri," Superman said.

The reporter's violet eyes grew wider.

"You mean...my tits can get pregnant!?" Lois said.

He gave her a smile as bright as a new penny. His eyes were fixed on her massive mammaries.

"Lois...your breasts are already pregnant. The sperm have already penetrated the ova. Soon, the embryos will attach..."

Lois Lane hefted one massive tit. It was almost impossible to think of a baby in there.

"They're going to get bigger," she said.

"Hmm-hmm," Superman said.

"I'm going to be a mom!" she said, staring from her nipple cunt to Superman.

"We're going to be parents," he said. Two fingers spread open the labia of the breast carefully. Lois didn't bother to repress the shudder that went through her body. "I meant what I said, when I said I loved you. I want to marry you."

"This...this is a lot to take in," she said...and then she gave her would-be-fiancé a wicked smile. "But we should test this out. Scientifically."

His brow furrowed. Lois drew herself up with her back against the headboard of the bed.

"Fuck my tits," she said. "And cum in them again. If you're right, they shouldn't grow bigger."

Now Superman smiled. He pulled down his red drawers, freeing the twin dicks...and that was how Lois Lane's night out ended, with her one true love sliding his cocks in and out of her nipple-cunts, Lois Lane holding onto the headboard as it slammed into the wall...and she wondered at all the decisions that had led her to this place, and whether any other Lois Lane in any other timeline was as happy as she was right now...

As for what happened to Blaze—or with Lois Lane's double pregnancy as it progressed—that is another story.