Epilogue: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Delivery Room

"Sorry ladies," the cabbie said, shaking her dreadlocks. One brown hand waved to indicate the sea of cars on the streets. "Nothin' I can do."

The Metropolis Meteors had gone 10-7 against the St. Louis Cardinals. They had managed to pick out just the wrong time to try and rush to the hospital. Lois Lane, veteran of the post-game traffic rush, estimated they had at least an hour left. She winced as her womb cramped, counting the seconds...

Angelica Blaze was agitated, cantankerous, downright bitchy. Ready to get out and carry Lois the couple of miles to Metropolis General if she had to. The overdue reporter reached over and patted the dickgirl's thigh.

"Don't worry, hun," she said. "This might be my first, but I know babies only come when they're good and ready. I'm probably not even fully dilated yet."

Blaze growled. "I overdid it. Should have waited...I knew what could happen and yet I made you swallow my cum anyway. If the baby isn't delivered safely..."

"You didn't make me do anything," Lois reminded her. She could feel the agitation radiating from the hastily-dressed dickgirl, and almost without thinking felt her eyes drawn down to the bulge in the demon's crotch. No time for underwear for either of them. Lois had been lucky to squeeze into her pants. Her globular belly felt as big as a whale, although she knew it was only a little larger than most women who were a week or so past their expected delivery date.

"Say, you never tell me how that works," the reporter tried to engage her lover, distract her from their predicament. "I mean, my body shouldn't be able to just grow like that, should it? The skin would rip. And where did the extra mass come from?"

Angelica laid her hand on top of Lois Lane's own.

"It's...retrocausal." Blaze explained, letting her fingers twine with the pregnant woman's. "Demon cum is charged with magic. Nothing can happen instantly. It still takes time to grow. Time is bound up with space, as energy is bound up with mass; to convert the energy of the demon cum into mass—for the pregnancy to advance—the date of conception is retroactively moved further back. So while you remember...have experienced...a pregnancy advancing in a single in night, the timeline has actually changed, and you were impregnated some forty weeks ago. You can actually remember it, if you try."

Lois blinked, thinking back...and while yes, she could remember their adventures tonight, pierced by that thick shaft for the first time, begging for her lover's cum to knock her up, she also remembered...was it ten months ago? Another, shadowy encounter. Maybe a one-night stand, the details fuzzy. But then she had been late, no periods, and she had begun to put on weight and...

The reporter rubbed her head, a sudden headache. She could remember both timelines now, but a few things still didn't make sense.

"But I'm...past due now," Lois said. "How does that work?"

Angelica laid a hand on the reporter's belly. Lois Lane's t-shirt, an extra-large borrowed from the restaurant's gift shop, only covered her pregnancy-swollen breasts, and her pants could barely fit on her hips, already threatening to split at the seams. Almost the entire expanse of her spherical stomach was exposed. Something moved inside her, a kick pressing against the surface, distending it.

"There's a limit. At some point, your body can't "advance" the pregnancy by moving the date of conception backwards. Instead, it can...well, it depends, on how much demon cum energy is available, but secondary conception events become...more probable."

Lois blinked again, slowly, as that sank in. "We're having twins?"

Blaze winced. The cab inched forward a foot or two, then stopped.

"Maybe. It's possible, given your size."

The reporter stared down at her belly. Somewhere, down another trouser-leg of time, one fertilized egg had split into two identical zygotes. Her belly cramped, and Lois counted the seconds, gripping Angelica's hand tightly until the pain passed. In that moment, she had a very bad idea...

"Take out your cock," Lois said huskily.

"What?" Blaze stared at the gravid reporter, utterly confused.

"Whip it out," Lois licked her lips. "I want to try for triplets."

The demon stared at the pregnant woman with a mix of lust and horror. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack. We can't do anything else, and you've had a nice break to recharge the batteries. So make with the dick." Lois could feel her cheeks flush, pussy damp, and not just from her water having broken. "Momma's thirsty."

Like a woman in shock, Blaze took her hand off of Lois Lane's stomach and unbuttoned her black jeans. With some difficulty, she dragged the stiff prick out from along her right leg, the smooth, hairless cock standing tall and proud.

"Eyes front," Angelica said, staring at the driver.

"Oh, let her watch," Lois said as she undid her seat belt, leaning forward, the smell of jock strap sweat and feminine musk filling her nostrils, potent and familiar. It was the last thing she said for a long while.

Angelica Blaze leaned back into the seat, purring gently as Lois Lane's head bobbed up and down on her shaft. The cab inched forward, the shaggy dreadlocks of the driver shaking sometimes as she stole a glance into the rear-view mirror at what her passengers were up to. The demon doubted it was the first time the cabbie had dealt with this sort of thing.

Lois Lane, her bulging belly laid out on and nearly hanging over the back seat, worked the shaft with a single-minded intensity. Her free hand reached down between her own legs, rubbing at her clit...she was remembering more now. The long weeks as her belly got bigger, hiding it almost unconsciously with frumpier clothing, unconsciously buying prenatal vitamins, the weeks she spent "with the flu" when it was really morning sickness, the swollen ankles and bras that didn't fit any more, sore breasts and needing to pee every fifteen minutes..

She thought back to the beginning of the night, her belly sticking out (even though she also knew it had been firm and tight), the familiar feel of that cock sliding into her already pregnant pussy (although she had never fucked Blaze before, and hadn't been pregnant then)...it was like remembering a dream, and Lois couldn't remember, right then, whether the dream had been not-pregnant Lois allowing herself to be seduced by this dickgirl, or pregnant Lois coming (and cumming) in her lover's arms, their baby (babies) kicking eagerly as parents reunited in a blissful, cum-soaked fuck

"Oh fuck...Lois...I'm cumming..." Blaze hissed.

The reporter didn't need the dickgirl to tell her that. She felt the cock tense and swell, the precum tingled on her tongue, and she slipped her lips down as far as she dared, feeling the tip of the dick press against the back of her throat...and a little farther. Warm, salty spurts squirted out of the demon's dick, the dry leavings of a cock that had already done heroic duties tonight, only supernatural stamina and raging sexual stimulation eking out one last little load.

Which was all that Lois needed.

A cramp struck, longer and more intense than before, and Lois groaned around the cock, only an act of will stopping her from chomping down. Swallowing hard, she released the rapidly-deflating dick, her eyes going suddenly toward her belly...just in time to see it grow.

Lois gasped, and gasped again, suddenly finding it hard to breath. The stomach rose, creeping up her abdomen, pushing her swelling breasts aside. The milky funbags didn't appear to get much bigger, but dark wet spots appeared on the front of her t-shirt, and Lois had a sudden confused jumble of memories of lactation starting early, a fridge full of bottles at home.

Then the belly pushed out, round and taut, the outie belly buttons sticking out obscenely over the edge of the seat. It was longer than her forearm, that belly. It stuck out farther than her tits, jutting out proudly, carried more in front than anywhere else. Confused images struck her now, of Lois Lane and her secret pregnancy, the lover that would come and visit her at night, week after week, and of going to the club under the pretense of finding those missing women when what she was really hunting was that one perfect cock...

She licked her cum-spattered lips, feeling the taxicab start suddenly, as the contraction ended.

"We're moving!" The cabbie announced.

"That's good," Lois said, one hand making its way up her belly, feeling the body...no, bodies...moving inside. Unable to believe that was all her. "They're coming faster now."