End: He Calls The Police

A knock at the door interrupted their lovemaking.

"Metropolis Police Department!"

Lois Lane stumbled out of bed, grabbed her robe in passing, and tied it around her body as she raced for the door...and it was something a shock, as she cinched the knot, to realize that her abdomen beneath was distended and hard, as though she smuggled a belly button.

A smile **** itself on her face as she opened the door...and a beat cop stood there, tall and broad-shouldered. He looked her up and down appreciatively.

"Having a good night, ma'am?"

The reporter blinked, unable to really process that question...and a sudden dizziness swept over her. One moment she had been beneath the club...being fucked hard by Angelica Blaze...and the next moment she was here, in her bed in her own apartment, making love and...

One hand rested protectively on her stomach. Her pussy, bare beneath the robe, felt hot and sore...and something liquid ran down the inside of her thigh.

"Yes! Yes, sorry, I was...uh, a little startled by your appearance, I was just in the middle of..."

The cop leaned to look over Lois Lane's shoulder, then back.

"So I see. Nothing...violent? No cause for alarm?" He asked.

"No, no, quite all right, really, I'm fine," Lois instinctively lied to the cop. She took a deep breath...and realized her robe had closed in such a way that her left nipple was peeking out. Quietly, she curled the edge of the robe over to hide it, sure that the officer had seen it.

"Well, we've had a noise complaint. You might want to be a little...quieter...for the rest of the evening," the cop gave her a smile like a bright penny. Lois returned it. "Maybe look into getting a little soundproofing. Walls must be pretty thin, and you with a baby on the way..."

"Yes, yes I will, thank you, so sorry for the trouble officer..."

The cop left...and Lois sank with her back against the door after she closed it. Shook her head.

What is going on? She thought as she opened her robe and stared down at her body...and there was no denying what the cop had said. Her lower abdomen was protuberant, riding high, but the navel was sticking out more than a fist from where the flat plane of her stomach had been. Lois wasn't sure but her breasts and hips looked wider as well, the veins near her nipples more prominent.

Yet that's impossible...I was just...

The toilet flushed.

"Hey sweetmeat," a familiar voice said. "You okay? You want a foot rub?"

Angelica Blaze, naked, cock dangling down between her skinny thighs, stepped out of the bathroom. "Or maybe you want me to eat your pussy? Nothing too good for my babymama..."

She held two fingers up in front of her face and let her tongue play out. Lois Lane's jaw dropped, and Blaze saw her confusion and stopped.

"Lois, are you okay? Talk to me, babe. I was just playing..."

The pregnant reporter shook her head.

"I was...I was just...we were in the cave..."

"Oh, wow babe. The docs said you might have a relapse...maybe we should get you to the hospital..." Angelica said as she stepped forward full of concern.

"Relapse? Hospital? But I'm not..."

Lois reached up to rub her temple, which had started to throb...and her fingers encountered a heavy gauze bandage.

"We met on your night out, remember? At the club. You were looking for those women that had gone missing—they had been exploring a cave system under the building and gotten trapped in a chasm. You helped get them out, but you hit your head. I stayed with you to help you out as you got better and...well...one thing led to another...and now Lois Jr. is on the way..." Angelica said. "Is any of this familiar to you?"

"Some...some of it," Lois admitted. "How long ago...?"

"About six months, based on when your period stopped," Blaze said with a grin. "Come on, come lie down. I'll give you a foot rub and tell you all about it. We'll go see the doctor in the morning."

"Right..." Lois thought, and let the young woman guide her back to her...no, their bed. More confused than ever...yet there was no arguing with this belly. She cradled her arm around it instinctively, and when she wasn't looking, Blaze smiled.

Sometimes the long game was the most rewarding of all.