Epilogue: A Highly Magical Pregnancy

It was a torrid affair. Lois Lane couldn't go an hour at work without getting a message from Blaze...usually accompanied by a picture of a hard red cock. The demonic dickgirl was there when Lois came home every night, to take her out to eat, to drink, to see films, live theater and music, ballet, opera...and every night would end with Lois on her back with Blaze's cock buried in one hole or another, and she came inside of the reporter every single time. Lois Lane would go to work at the Daily Planet in the morning fucked sore and happy...and people commented on it. Whispers started. Jimmy Olsen talked about the time she had come into work with a pair of panties around her ankle. Clark Kent went around the office with a somber mood...and finally, the time when Lois Lane should have had her period came and went...

It was a month to the day after Lois Lane's night out. Lois had woken up with a tongue in her ass...and there was something so great about being in a relationship where she could start the day with her ass in the air and what felt like six inches of tongue buried deep inside her hole as Blaze sucked out all the cum from the night before. Lois Lane had crossed "being felched" off her sexual bucket list and was in a good mood that day...but as the day eased towards noon, she began to feel it.

A kind of crawling sensation in her stomach. A pressure in her temples. Fever heat behind her eyes. A scratchiness and phlegm at the back of her throat. The reporter made it to the bathroom before the eruption, aimed her head at the bowl...

...and a black frog crawled out of her throat. She could feel the slimy, living thing in her mouth before it leaped off her tongue, black limbs splayed before it hit the water.

About a dozen of its friends burst out a moment later. Lois Lane's stomach rumbled and she retched hard, the slimy amphibians teaming out of her mouth, and when they were done she stared down, gasping and gaping, green-black slime dripping from her chin as she stared into the instant swamp that appeared in the toilet. With a shaking hand, she flushed...and took the rest of the day off.

Doctor Fate's amulet glowed. The light swept over the reporter, from her head downwards...and paused as it illuminated her midsection, just below her navel.

"Lift your shirt, please."

The reporter did so, and pulled it up to expose the flat expanse of her abdomen, bunching the shirt up under her bra. Lois Lane was slightly glad he hadn't insisted she disrobe; while Dr. Fate was probably the most powerful sorcerer on Earth, she didn't know him well at all. Zatanna had given Lois his number only after the reporter had practically begged her.

They were in the Tower of Fate, which was exactly what Lois Lane had imagined a wizard's tower should look like: leather-bound tomes were chained to shelves, strange artifacts that moved on their own or glowed with internal light were scattered about like tchotchkes, a stuffed alligator hung from the ceiling, an articulated skeleton hung from a hook, its empty eye sockets following Lois as she sat down on a work table in the center of an elaborate chalk diagram on the flagstone floor.

"You are pregnant," his voice sounded old and tired, and it echoed strangely from within the metal helmet.

Lois frowned. "I kind of expected that," she said. "But the frogs?"

"It is a highly magical pregnancy," his voice said dryly. "Your symptoms will be...atypical."

The glow died, as the "eye" of the amulet closed. The costumed magician drew himself up to his full height...and then something changed. As Lois Lane watched, Doctor Fate seemed to shrink several inches. The body beneath the blue robe and golden cape shifted contours. Sizable breasts, bigger than Lois Lane's own, now pressed out where once the cloth had covered a flat muscled chest, and the voice which came out from the helmet was now higher-pitched, softer, and definitely more feminine.

"My husband has little experience in such matters," Dr. Fate said. "It requires a woman's touch. I will help you through this pregnancy as much as I can, Miss Lane."

"You can call me Lois," the reporter said.

Golden gloves reached forward and gently probed the reporter's abdomen.

"You have been cavorting with a demon," the woman's voice said. "You have allowed them to change your body. I sense...two wombs?"

"Yes," Lois admitted. There seemed to be no point in denying it.

"The lives inside are fragile. Your body has absorbed much of her...essence...but the sparks of their nascent souls are not yet stable. There is a danger of miscarriage, and if you do bring them to term, the birth will be traumatic. I must ask, do you wish to...abort?"

Lois felt her jaw set. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it...but she had made decision a month ago when she had begged Blaze to cum inside of her. If there was something wrong with the babies, she'd consider it, but otherwise...

"No," Lois said.

The golden helmeted head inclined slightly.

"I will give you an amulet, which should help you with the morning sickness. But the children need unusual nutriment to develop properly. Some you will crave naturally, others...unnaturally. You will need to change your diet, and you must be prepared for further changes to your body."

Lois blinked. That sounded like typical pregnancy stuff so far. Then she remembered the frogs.

"What kind of changes?" Lois asked.

Blaze found Lois at the kitchen table. There was an open jar full of round, slimy black spheres. Every now and again Lois would reach in and dig a few out to pop in her mouth, but mostly she was focused on the ancient, leather-bound book opened on the table before her. The demon sidled up beside her, and Lois raised her cheek for a kiss.

"What are you eating?" Blaze asked.

"Newt eyes," Lois said.

"And what are you reading?"

The reporter pulled the pages back to expose the title: Ye Bearing of Daemons & Their Kynde.

"Did you know," Lois said, her tone carefully nonchalant. "That by the end of the first trimester, I'm supposed to grow a second row of tits?"