Epilogue: Are You Sure You Want This?

There was a bit more dust than last time. The club had closed. Lois had to climb through mounds of trash to get here, wiped at the layer of grime that had settled on the statue. Unbidden, a smile came to her face to see it again. This time was different than the last two times, though.

This time she wasn't alone.

"Lois," Clark said, holding the bag with all the supplies. "Are you sure you want this? We have three beautiful babies at home."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter leaned up on her toes and kissed her husband on the corner of his mouth. It had been a whirlwind the last year. The marriage, the adoption, getting a house, dealing with three children under the age of two...and Clark Kent had been a rock through all of it. The children loved him, and he loved the children.

But they couldn't have any. Kryptonians and humans, it turned out, were not genetically compatible. They couldn't have children, ever. But Lois had wanted a big family.

"It's best this way, Clark," Lois had insisted. "No surrogacy, no sperm donors...just you and me and the babies."

He nodded, as she knew he would. Clark Kent couldn't help but be a super-husband. And she told herself, as she took out the hammer and chisel and brought it to the stub of a penis on the demonic statue, that this wasn't cuckolding him. Not really.

Three strokes produced eight chunks of roughly equal size. There was nothing left of the cock except the dangling testicles. Lois Lane Kent took a deep breath and began to disrobe.

Her breasts hadn't shrunk since the last pregnancy, and Lois had tossed all of her old bras. Lois still breastfed all three of her children, though Lucy was on solids now. She had appreciated the extra size, even though her nipples had darkened and they sagged a little lower on her chest, and knew Clark enjoyed her bigger bust as well.

As with her first pregnancy, things had thickened a little all over—hips flared a little wider, thighs a little thicker, enough ass that Clark could actually grab and hold onto it when they were making love. Her belly was mostly back to where it had been...there was still a slight droop that could be mistaken for a potbelly, though Lois knew it was the extra skin.

She hadn't bothered to have it removed. There was the feeling she might need it.

Clark took the clothes dutifully, all except the panties she was wearing. Watched his wife as she carefully slid them aside and, leaning against the block, began to shove the eight pieces of rough stone into the cunt he had come to love. When they were all in place, Lois fit the panties back over them, to hold them in.

"Now we have to descend," she said, putting a brave face on it even as her heart began to pound.

He wouldn't let her climb down. Instead, he held her and they gently floated under his own power, even though the way was narrow. Her husband held her in his strong arms as they descended, and Lois closed her eyes and focused on the rough pieces of stone inside of her, grating painfully against her sensitive walls, hoping they still had the old magic in them...

Clark set her down just outside the piece of cloth that separated the sewer from the summoning chamber. Lois could feel his frown.

"It's okay," she said, strangely giddy. The nearly naked reporter leaned against him and gave him another kiss, harder this time, her tongue slipping into his mouth just a little. She led him by the hand. "It'll be tight, but I think you can squeeze in..."

Her heart was pounding as she squatted on her hands and knees in the magic circle. Read out loud the Latin incantation. Felt the stones inside of her seem heavier and heavier with each syllable, her excitement growing as she shifted from one wall to another. Until at last all the words were said, emotion in her voice, and she law in the center, feeling the stones already making their way up into her womb.

"You love being pregnant, don't you?" Clark said softly. He was floating just above the circle, so as not to disturb it, holding her hand. Lois Lane panted, watching with growing excitement as her bellow slowly began to rise. Grimacing as the eight pieces of stone slide through her birth canal, the sharp edges rounding slowly.

"Yes," she admitted, and wondered not for the first time if she should have told him everything about the last time...how the stone had split and she had twins instead of a single baby. Already, her stomach was starting to round out, the dark line from her crotch to her belly button reappearing like an old friend.

Lois just didn't know what Superman would think, if he knew she wanted to have octuplets.