Epilogue: Back Pain

"At twelve weeks pregnant," Lois Lane read, "the fetus is about 2 inches long and weighs half an ounce. Mothers usually gain 1-4 pounds in the first semester."

She had to buy the old-fashioned scale with the sliding weights at about eye-height. Twelve weeks ago, she weight 120 pounds...and now, she was at 128. Most of which, the reporter knew, had gone straight to her tits.

The double-breast pregnancy had been a gut-punch to the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. She had barely gotten the news when she started making less-than discreet inquiries among the superhero community, which had ensured her a careful examination by a gaggle of specialists in metahuman medicine, sorcery, and super science. All of which had come back with the exact same thing: her boobs were preggers.

"The good news," Doctor Midnite, who had agreed to act as her general obgyn during the unusual pregnancy, "is that the changes to your body appear to be such that you can successfully carry the twins to term."

The old man had shown Lois the elaborate three-dimensional models that the Justice League's advanced technology made available to them, showing her new uteri, the swelling milk ducts, the new musculature around her...there was no other way to say it...nipple-cunts.

"What I am concerned about," he said. "Is mobility. You're going to be carrying the equivalent of two separate pregnancies on your upper torso. Even with the improved elasticity and tensile strength of the skin and tissues of your breasts, the human body is not normally designed to be so top-heavy. The largest big-bust model in the world has breasts that she claims weigh 30 pounds each, so I think you should be fine...and avoid undue back pain...with sufficient exercise. Otherwise, we must treat this as a high-risk pregnancy, and you might be bedridden for the last few weeks."

Which is how Lois found herself in the weight room in the basement of the Daily Planet...with her new spotter.

Wonder Woman stood over Lois on the weight bench. The reporter hand fingerless gloves on hands on the bar. It was just a hundred and thirty pounds. Piece of cake...

"Don't worry, Lois," the Amazon said. "I won't let you drop it. Let's see you do ten reps, then we'll switch to pull-ups."

Diana had provided the sports bra. Some Amazonian technology that contained her growing girls. The reporter oofed as she lifted...and the weight settled in her arms. Pectoral muscles tensed across her chest, her aching back and shoulders suddenly feeling the change. It was one thing to carry around these boulders...she had already outgrown every bra she'd ever owned, even the gag boob bra that her sister Lucy had sent when she had finally broken the news...and if she had any hope of being able to move into her third trimster, she needed to get swole.

The Amazon counted out the reps, her blue eyes resting on Lois Lane as she remained ready at any moment to grab the steel bar from the reporter's grip...and maybe it was just the reporter's imagination, but she swore that Diana was spending more time staring at her wobbly tits with their sunken nipples.

"Ten!" Wonder Woman said, as Lois moved the bar back into the holders. "Let's do the pull-ups, then some cool-down stretches, and take a shower."

Two weeks ago, the thought of showering with the living feminine perfection that was Wonder Woman had Lois feel inadequate. A foolish thought, maybe. After all, Diana had grown up on an isle of women, they thought nothing of seeing each other naked. In fact, over the last few weeks Diana had taken to telling Lois about how often her people did sports and exercises in the nude, the ancient Greek way...and the reporter had quickly found that her rapidly-swelling bust was bigger than what Diana had in her Amazon bustier, which made her less self-conscious about showering with her.

As they stretched, Lois rolled her shoulders. The muscles in her back were still tense. Doctor Midnite had suggested she not sleep on her stomach or her side, so all she could do was lay flat on her back, and that was really the only time she got any relief from carrying her massive rack around. Once again, she caught Diana staring.

Well, they're worth staring at, the reporter acknowledged. Despite the weight, her breasts jutted out like a shelf, barely sagging at all; Dr. Midnite attributed that to the unusual strength and toning of the muscles. She could actually feel her wombs inside, like full water balloons, and wondered if that was what women with saline breast implants felt like.

Not that I'd ever get much chance to compare, the reporter acknowledged to herself.

The only thing that Lois felt off-putting were her nipple-cunts themselves. The pink holes were darkening, puffy, and sensitive. In the shower, as Lois was sudsing up her tits, she couldn't help but lift them to rinse the soap out of her, and it was exactly the same as if a strong, hot spray of water was pounding against the pussy between her legs. It made her knees shake...and Lois began to pant in the steam, suddenly light-headed...

Diana was there in a moment. A head taller than Lois, broader at the shoulders, with arms as thick as the reporter's thighs. The Amazon's hands slid underneath Lois Lane's arms, grabbing her tits...not tightly, just squeezing gently...and Lois let out a moan as she struggled to keep her feet under her.

"Careful Lois," the Amazon said, her fingers squeezing and exploring the jutting tits. "You don't want to...slip."

The long fingers found the nipple holes. They circled, prodded. Almost hesitantly the palms crept forward, Diana's index fingers creeping down deeper...and deeper...until they passed that threshold, and slid into the warm, wet, slick, muscular channels that led, eventually, to Lois Lane's babies.

"Oh fuck yes," Lois said as she leaned against the Amazon. The reporter's sore, aching arms came up and grabbed at her neck, her back smooshing into Wonder Woman's breasts, feeling those hard nipples press against her shoulderblades. "Please...Diana...fuck me! Fuck my tits!"

With incredible tenderness, the fingers drove into the nipple-cunts. It was like getting fucked in two pussies at the same time...a sensation that Lois hadn't felt, since the demon had done her wicked witchery and changed Lois Lane's breasts. She had always been afraid to do this, fearful of hurting the babies, but now as Diana slid her fingers in fast and faster, running her fingers in little swirls around the rim, stretching out the holes...Lois felt her whole body shaking, her hips pumping, gasping for air, moaning like a whore in heat...

Hot juice sprayed out of her nipple-cunts as Lois Lane's tits trembled with the **** of her climax. Wonder Woman, so shocked at the suddent ejaculation, nearly dropped the busty pregnant reporter, but quickly recovered as Lois quaked and quivered through the aftermath of her orgasm. The Amazon brought one sticky finger up to her lips, sniffed, and then stuck the digit into her mouth, tasting the reporter's juices.

"Sorry," Lois said, suddenly sheepish. "I uh...I didn't know they could do that."

"It's delicious," Diana said, her hands running in circles around the reporter's breasts once again. "I think perhaps we should do...more such sessions. A mother's sexual health is an important aspect of her overall health, after all."

Lois Lane bit her lip. Maybe a bit of back pain was worth it, after all.