Epilogue: ...Must Come Out

"...command you to leave this woman, retro vade Sat...I'm sorry, wrong ritual."

Jason Blood smiled as he quickly flipped through the pages of the small black book in his hand.

"Ah, here we are. Do you Lady Blaze, daughter of Shazam, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded..."

Lois smiled beneath her veil. It wasn't the wedding she had pictured for herself as a little girl, or as a young woman. Her swollen stomach tented the rented wedding dress, and her swollen breasts rested heavily on it, displaying rather more cleavage than she had ever intended to. Blaze had insisted on wearing a matching dress, but on her slim and unmaternal figure, the result was a bit more like a younger sibling wearing her older sister's dress.

The reporter winced as another cramp struck her, reminding them both of why they had decided to get this done as quickly as feasible.

"...to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you two shall live?"

The occultist's voice held an edge of acid to it. Too long used to banishing demons, he was definitely out of sorts when it came to marrying them.

"I do," Blaze said.

Arrayed about them in the small private chapel were the few friends that Lois could scrounge up. The Marvel and Black Adam families were on the bride's side, resplendent in their black and white uniforms trimmed in gold. The other bride's side had her father General Lane in his uniform, her sister Lucy as maid of honor, and a scattering of friends from the Daily Planet...Jimmy Olsen, Clark Kent, and Perry White.

Everyone that matters, Lois thought, wincing gently as another cramp struck her. They had been hitting her all morning, closer and closer together. She hoped to get to the doctor to make sure it wasn't something serious as soon after the reception that she could.

"...to love and honor above all others..."

Lois staggered as a fierce pain hit her. Different from the others, this one was like something hard shifting within her. Liquid ran down her legs, and for a moment she thought that she had somehow wet herself...and then, as the pain inside her grew, vaguely familiar, all the pieces ran into place.

"Lois?" Jason Blood asked.

"I do!" Lois groaned, holding her belly. "They're coming! Hurry!"

"Er...by the power vested in me by the City of Metropolis, and as a 33rd Degree Master Mason of the Order of the..."

"Wife and wife!" Lois growled, Blaze at her side, her arms holding the pregnant woman up. "Say 'wife and wife.'"

"...wife and wife," Blood finished. "You may kiss the bride."

Blaze tore off their veils and pressed their lips together. Lois responded as if they were in bed together, tongue slipping into her wife's mouth as her legs gave out and they sank slowly to the floor.

"They're coming!" Lois gasped, when they finally broke the kiss.

"On my floor?" Blood said, grimacing at the pregnant woman kneeling in the private chapel of his home estate.

"Fetch a doctor quickly, fool!" Blaze hisses, eyes glowing. The occultist retreated, making a warding gesture.

Lucy was at her side in an instant. Mary Marvel and Isis from the superheroes were not far behind.

"We can act as midwives!" Isis offered.

Lois threw her a haggard glare, she was already feeling things move inside of her. She began hiking up her skirts, knowing that the deposit on this dress was already shot.

"Then midwife!" she said, pressing down hard, clutching Blaze's and Lucy's hands for support.

Legs spread, squatting on the floor, Lois could feel the eggs move inside of her. Ostrich eggs, the doctor had said. But to the reporter, pussy bared to the world, it felt like a pair of cannonballs slowly making their way down her birth canal, one painful millimeter at a time.

"AAAAAGH!" Lois screamed as her cervix was **** open from the inside. She was glad now that she had followed the doctor's advice. During all the long weeks of lovemaking with progressively thicker and longer dildos, the reporter had been afraid her pussy would never be the same again. Now she was glad of it...if only because her poor birth canal was going to be stretched beyond anything she could have prepared for.

"I can see the head!" Jimmy Olsen said. With the knack of a veteran voyeur, the Daily Planet's photographer had a small handheld camera out and was front and center on his stomach, getting an action shot of Lois Lane's dilated vagina. She could have killed him, but Blaze and Lucy held her back.

"They're coming quickly," Mary said, one hand pressing on the reporter's belly.

"Demon pregnancy. The shells might not be fully hardened yet. That will make them easier to squeeze through the vaginal canal." Isis murmured. Ignoring Jimmy, Isis moved forward and slid her thumbs against Lois Lane's labia, spreading the pussy wide.

A round white shape could be seen within, tinged with blood.

"Big push now," Isis said, her voice calm.

"Courage, Lois," Blaze whispered in her left ear, the demon touching her wedding-band against her wife's.

"Oh wow," Lucy said on her right. "I'm going to be an aunt!"

The scream that ripped from Lois Lane's throat came from the very heart of her being. Veins stood out in her temples, tendons flexed in her arms, thighs quivered. Things moved—slowly, oh so slowly!—within her body, stretching her pussy to girths unimagined. A pale splash of fluid hit Isis in the face and sent droplets hurtling onto the lens of Jimmy's camera as the first egg breached. Her whole body shook with the unexpected orgasm...and then Mary Marvel muttered a prayer and pressed down on the stomach with both hands.

The first egg, twelve inches long and six inches in diameter at its greatest extent, slid into the hands of Isis. Clark Kent was there a moment later, with a big red sheet he had found somewhere.

"I can't see the other one," Isis said, looking back at the gaping, cavernous ruin that was Lois Lane's cunt. "I'll have to turn it manually."

Lois blinked, tired, woozy and weak. "Wait, what?"

Perry White was there holding a pan of steaming water. Isis plunged her bare hands in, oblivious to the pain. She steepled the fingers of her right hand to a kind of point, pressed them against the pink hole and...

Blaze and Lois had played with fisted. It had always been weird to Lois, feeling something alive like that, moving inside of her. Now...now she could hardly feel it. The superheroine's wrist didn't even scrape the sides. Lois shuddered as yet another contraction shook her body, pussy closing a little just for a moment...and then she winced in pain as she felt the woman's fingers at the dilated entrance of her cervix.

"I'll try to move it from this side," Mary said, moving her hands, pressing at different points.

"I can feel it!" Isis said. "It's in my hand. I'm going to drag it out."

Lois could hardly hear them. There was a roaring in her ears. Her eyelids felt heavy, whole body leaden. Something was moving inside her pussy now. Something big. The first egg had been massive, but now egg and hand together were sliding through her once-tight pussy, and Lois could almost feel the old canal busting as it passed. Words choked in her mouth as the impossible mass was drawn out of her...and then it reached the final obstacle.

Her pussy, which had taken demon cock without complaint for months. Which she had stretched and trained to the peak of human endurance. Which had already passed one egg the size of a newborn baby. Now faced its greatest, and quite possibly its final challenge.

The newlywed bride and mother's back arched, not out of any desire of her own, but simply because her body was on autopilot. Milk leaked from her nipples, making two circular stains on her dress. Blaze's other arm came up to support the reporter's head as she shook in the throes of a seemingly endless series of orgasms, her whole pussy supremely sensitive as the pink flesh stretched to its maximum, and yet the egg remained stubbornly wedged within.

Isis, using the tiniest fraction of her superhuman strength, pulled the egg free. There was a tearing, deep inside Lois. Hand and egg pulled out of her, and half her pussy seemed to come with it.

The flash of Jimmy Olsen's camera brought her back to awareness, at least a little. She stared down at the strange pink tube that extended from her crotch, oddly deflated looking. As though her vagina had turned inside out.

Which was, she realized, exactly what had happened.

By the time Doctor Midnite arrived a few moments later, the babies were already clawing their ways out of the eggs, tiny mouths screaming as they filled their lungs with air.

"Well now," he said, surveying the scene and rolling up his sleeves. "Looks like it's about all done except mopping up the blood! Not to worry Miss—I am sorry, Mrs. Lane. I'll have you ship-shape and ready for that honeymoon in no time."

Lois Lane, asleep in the arms of her wife, was too tired to care what the doctor said or did. All she knew was that she had done it, and now could rest.