Epilogue: Baby On Board

"...Superman says goodbye to Earth today, saying he needs to 'find himself' out in space, and promises to return after visiting the ruins of his home planet of Krypton. He assured Metropolis that the city would still be protected by a new generation of heroes..."

Lois clicked off the television. Here she was six months pregnant, Superman had fucked off the planet, and Clark Kent had taken a sabbatical and left her with all of his work. She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

The reporter felt like a beached whale. Her stomach wasn't that big, in the grand scheme of things, but she wasn't a tall woman and the taut dome stuck out on her thin frame. Lois dreaded to look at the scale every morning, no matter what her obstetrician said was normal and healthy. She'd already couldn't wear any of her regular pants, and had resorted to the jeans with the stretchy elastic out front.

Her back ached. Ankles swollen. Constantly had to pee. She had stretch marks...and her nipples were sore. Sometimes Lois just sat there in a fog, her hand resting on top of her swollen gut. The reporter hoped that wasn't the start of the dreaded "pregnancy brain" she had heard about.

It was amazing what triplets could do to you.

Lois Lane's stomach rumbled. She reached out to her phone, and texted her girlfriend to pick up a few things from the store...

"Gherkins," Blaze read aloud. "What in Satan's name is a gherkin?"

The demon was wearing some of Lois's old clothes. In her human form, she was only a little taller and bustier than her girlfriend, and she liked the way Lois's smell seemed to cling to them, even when clean. Unlike her babymama, six months in human form had not worked any radical changes to her physique—an infernal blessing of her demonic biology meant she could eat ice cream for every meal and not gain an ounce—which sometimes sent Lois off into fits of pregnancy-hormone-induced pouting.

Yet Blaze could tell there were changes inside of her...internal ones. It had been so hard, those first few weeks, to stop thinking about some new scheme, to plan the heist of some magical artifact, to attempt and seduce a mortal or plot Superman's downfall. Yet the more she became involved with Lois's daily life—rubbing baby oil into her belly, helping her get dressed, making the bed, doing laundry, vacuuming—which Lois had a harder time doing with her backache—cooking and cleaning and just laying away beside her in the night, one hand touching that taut gravid belly, feeling the little forms within...

...Blaze realized she didn't miss being a supervillain at all. She was "Angie" now, and her life was measured in blissful hours learning about dressmaking on the internet, correcting Wikipedia's pages on Satanism, and making emergency grocery trips for her pregnant girlfriend's cravings.

The demonic dickgirl was just wondering how she had ever gotten so lucky, when she turned the corner of the pickle aisle...and felt her luck run out.

Mary Marvel was comparing brands of organic gherkins. Zatanna was next to her. Both of them in civilian clothes.

I'll just back out. Go to a different store. This can't be the only place in Metropolis that sells gherkins. They probably won't even recognize me in human form.

Blaze **** a smile, backed up...and straight into someone. She turned around quickly, an apology on her lips...and saw Wonder Woman, in full uniform.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't see you there!" She squeaked, still smiling idiotically. Okay, don't panic. They don't know it's me...

"We know it's you, Blaze," Wonder Woman said. The Amazon was as tall as Blaze's human form, and much wider at the shoulder and thickly muscled. If Angie Blaze was built like a greyhound, Wonder Woman was built like a pit bull or mastiff.

"Superman asked us to keep tabs on the city while he was gone," Mary Marvel added from behind her. Blaze spun, panicking. She had promised Lois no supervillainy, and she was pretty sure that went for getting into fights with superheroines at Trader Joe's.

"I'm not...I'm just here for gherkins and ice cream!" The demon said.

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "Are you pregnant?"

"No," Blaze said with a deep breath. "My girlfriend is."

"...so there I was, shooting my cum deep into her colon, that tight ass wrapped around my cock like it never wanted to let me go, and I knew that I just couldn't let anyone else fuck her except me," Angie finished her story at the nearby cafe, the super-women sipping their boba teas. Mary Marvel was blushing so furiously that Blaze thought the young woman might explode, and even Zatanna and Wonder Woman had a little color to their cheeks when the demonic dickgirl's descriptions got explicit. "So I promised: no more supervillainy."

"So...what do you do for money?" Zatanna said. "Not conjuring gold or anything, I hope?"

"I have a stock portfolio. My broker just says something happened with Gamestop and asked whether I want to buy any small Caribbean islands for a tax shelter," the demon shrugged.

Wonder Woman pinched the bridge of her nose.

"There's only one way to know if you're telling the truth. Hold out your hand."

Angie did so...and before she could bring it back, the golden lasso had looped around her wrist.

"Are you mind-controlling Lois, or using any sort of infernal magic or supernatural influence on her?" The Amazon demanded.

"No!" Blaze blinked. "Just my cock!"

"Are you planning or plotting anything?" Zatanna asked.

"I scheduled Lois a belly-button piercing appointment for our seven-month anniversary!" Angie blurted. "She doesn't know yet! It's going to be a surprise!"

"Do you love her?" Mary Marvel said.

"I..."

The demon flashed back suddenly, through cum-drenched nights where she had felt lost and drowning without a purpose in the world, until Lois begged her to empty her balls into her girlfriend's mouth, her ass, over her swollen and aching tits, rub it on her face and belly, buried deep inside that tight cunt until it almost kissed the womb to wet the babies heads...

...remembered feeling the call of Hell in the quiet moments, her skin itching as though her demon self would simply shed this human skin and fly back to Perdition, to lay waste to all of those who even now fought over her throne, but then Lois would send her a text image from the bathroom, showing off her bump in the mirror...

...how that neighbor had been hitting on her in the laundromat, and Blaze had looked into her soul and seen the gears and levers that would have led her to leave her comfortable life to whore herself out on the streets, until **** or disease took their toll, and instead turned her down because she was busy trying to get the stains out of Lois Lane's favorite pair of panties...

"...I do," she breathed the words, and realized how completely and fundamentally changed she had become in a mere six months of mortal life. Utterly and completely whipped by Lois Lane's pussy, by the love and trust that the reporter had placed in her, by their growing children and the million little habits that her pregnant girlfriend had.

Angie Blaze slumped in her chair, shocked at how completely love had snuck up on her.

Wonder Woman looked at the other two.

"Well, I think you should tell her that." The Amazon said. Then paused. "And we'll meet with you once a week, to check on your progress."

"And hear all the details," Zatanna added.

"Has Lois had a baby shower yet?" Mary Marvel added.

Lois was already home when Blaze finally pulled free.

"Hey hon," Lois had shed her stretchy pants and was walking around naked from the waist down. Angie bent down to take her girlfriend's kiss on the cheek.

"Hey sweetmeat. I got your ice cream. And the gherkins. The organic ones."

"Oh, you doll!" Lois gave her a hug...and then tensed, her head resting against Blaze's breast, cheek nestled against the collarbone. "What is it?"

"I...ran into some old colleagues today." Blaze said. "They want to throw you a baby shower. Won't take no for an answer."

"Is that all?" Lois asked.

Angie Blaze looked down at her, and wrapped one arm around her pregnant wife.

"No. I wanted to say...I love you."

"I love you too," Lois whispered. "And you know what I love the most?"

"What's that?"

"I love that I can stick a couple of fingers in your ass while you jerk off onto my pickles and ice cream," the reporter purred. "And I love that you let me pound you with my strap-on while I eat it, using your back as a table."

"Well," her girlfriend said, with a smile that was positively wicked. "I love that too..."

The girls were definitely going to want all the details.