Epilogue: Battle of the Bulge

Lois Lane managed to waddle from the cab to the obstetrician. Angie, bless her heart, followed the whole way carrying her bag, holding doors, helping her out of chairs. The doctor, a pale blonde thing so thin that the reporter hated her on sight, helped her through the weigh-in and blood tests and...then sat down for that very doctor heart to heart.

"You're twenty-four weeks pregnant with eight fetuses," the doctor tapped her charts. "You were one-oh-five for your first weigh-in, and you're one-ninety-eight now. I hate to tell you this, but you're falling behind on your weight gain. It's important to your babies healthy development, especially with a high-risk pregnancy like yours."

The gravid woman frowned. Her belly ached, ligaments in her stomach stretched and torn. She'd been having cramps and swelling in her legs and feet, couldn't sleep on her back or her hands. Being told to bulk up was not helping matters.

"The good news," the doctor added. "Is that the glucose test you did today shows you're not diabetic yet. Gestational diabetes is very common, and it's something we're going to have to watch for."

Lois groaned inwardly. Blaze gripped her hand.

"I'm going to prescribe you a special meal plan, including some creatine powder and protein tablets. We need you to eat, but not just junk. You need to get the right mix of nutrients to your growing brood."

The doctor blushed at the b-word. Lois just glared at her.

"How fat are we talking?" The pregnant woman said quietly.

"I want you to gain at least five pounds a week for the next sixteen weeks. That's a twenty-five percent increase of what you're eating now, calorie-wise. Six or seven would be better."

Eighty pounds. I'd be over 275 pounds...more than double when I started. A blimp.

There wasn't much more to say. Lois got dressed and waddled out of the doctor's office, arm in arm with her wife. Down to the pharmacy and out into the world again. The reality of it was sinking in. Eighty pounds.

"You know what might cheer you up?" Angie said. "Ice cream."

Lois snorted. "With sprinkles?"

"Sprinkles and chocolate sauce." The dickgirl's hand clapped on Lois Lane's ass, sinking into the soft flesh.

"And afterward," she whispered. "Maybe I'll give you a little home-made protein shake."

That made her smile. Nothing made Lois feel less sexy than stuffing her face, knowing the inches that were being added to her belly, her hips, her thighs...and she didn't want to even think about what it would be like, after the kids were born. Surgeries to remove excess skin. Massive dieting to starve herself back down. Back to zero on the exercise. A part of her wasn't sure she could do it.

But Angie loved it. If anything, the horny devil was excited about the way she could lift one of Lois Lane's formerly palmable breast with two hands now. Loved to grab on to her muffin-tops and squeeze, rubbing her erection up against her meaty ass.

"Don't worry love," Blaze whispered, her eyes changing for a moment to their characteristic pure white. "You'll make weight. We'll win the battle of the bulge. I guarantee it."