Epilogue: Becoming The Daily Planet's Most Pregnant Reporter

"Conception," Angelica Blaze had explained later. "Isn't immediate. The womb can be a hostile place to sperm, and it can take hours for them to traverse the length of the vagina, pass the cervix, and enter the uterus. Eggs have to be released from the ovaries. If sperm do make it and fertilize an egg, the zygote has to attach itself to the uterine wall. Any misstep during this process, and the pregnancy fails; or worse, you might have an ectopic pregnancy, which is unviable. Miscarriage can also be common during the early weeks."

The dickgirl's hands massaged the reporter's back as Lois lay naked on the breeding bench, basking in the afterglow of another session. Enjoying the feel of hot spunk in her pussy. Later, of course, it would just feel icky, squishing with every step, and Lois would have to clean herself out...but in the heat of the moment, she enjoyed the idea of millions of sperm flooding through her tunnel toward their goal.

"You make it sound hard to get knocked up," Lois said. "Plenty of teenagers get knocked up the first time they have sex."

The hands moved lower. Lois gave a contented grunt as the strong hands worked on the muscles of her lower back.

"Scare tactics, aimed at children. We're grown-ups, Lois. The reality is, the older a woman gets, the less likely natural conception is...and the more difficult the pregnancy can be. Oh, you're not a hag. Still in your fertile years. But there's no harm in helping nature along, is there?"

That sounded like a cue, so Lois said. "Sure."

The jab came out of nowhere, a sharp stab in the buttocks, and the reporter yelped, struggled against her bonds...and then it was gone, leaving behind a lingering soreness.

"Hormones," Blaze said. "To help prime your body for conception. There are also medications that promote ovulation. Your cycle will get a little irregular, and you might release more than one egg. That in itself might cause a little bleeding, but it's not a period. We'll have to repeat this several times over the course of your cycle."

"Wonderful," Lois said, though her thoughts was more on the soreness in her ass, and the possible side effects. "Anything else?"

"Plenty of sex," Angelica said, her hands massaging the reporter's tight, muscular butt.

"I mean, is that it? Hormones and sex?" Lois said. "No special diet? Handstands to make sure the cum flows down into my womb? Voodoo fertility magic?"

The joke hung in the air. The hands kneaded Lois's ass with small circular motions.

"Fertility magic," the dickgirl said, "is tricky. Such spells tend to wear off quickly, unless fixed to a permanent pattern."

There was something about the way she said it that aroused the reporter's curiosity. It was so utterly serious.

"You mean that?" Lois said. "Like, you actually believe in it?"

"Oh, certainly. And I can promise terrific results...if you're willing to pay the price."

The reporter's spine stiffened, but curiosity made her ask: "My soul?"

One of Blaze's hands smacked the reporter's ass firmly.

"No! Pain. I will need to draw the pattern in your flesh, for you to bear always. A tattoo to hold the enchantment in place."

"Oh!" Lois didn't know what to say to that. "I mean...do you really think it would help?"

Scientifically, Lois knew it wasn't. A bit of ink beneath the skin couldn't possibly effect her chances of conception. Yet she had never gotten a tattoo. Maybe it would be fun...

"I guarantee it."

The hands left her. Lois heard the padding of bare feet on the floor. Leaving the reporter still bound to the breeding bench, rapidly cooling cum leaking out of her fresh-fucked puss, and wondering what she had just agreed to.

The feet padded back.

Something cold, wet, and slightly stinging wiped the reporter's lower back, just above her ass. Lois frowned.

"You're...going to tattoo it there?" Lois said.

"Yes," Blaze said.

A tramp stamp, Lois thought. I'm going to get a tramp stamp.

"This might take a while. Shall I put a movie on?"

Lois thought about it. "Do you have anything other than films of women getting stuffed full of cum?"

"Certainly. Rosemary's Baby, The Dunwich Horror, To The Devil A Daughter..."

"Let's start with The Dunwich Horror," Lois said.

The lights dimmed. Lois wasn't sure how Blaze could see to work...but then the projector came on, and she stared at the screen as the opening animation to the classic film played. The pain started a minute later. Like a pin prick, sharp and deep. Then another, and another. Like a wasp had landed on her skin, stung her, and dragged the stinger through the flesh a little ways. There was no buzz of a tattoo needle, and Lois realized that Blaze must be doing it traditionally...and settled in.

Maybe it was the heat. The postcoital somnolence that sometimes settled on Lois. Or the tiredness of a long week and a late night...or maybe it was just the film. Despite the constant pricking on her lower back, Lois felt herself nodding off...and then she did.

In her dreams, she was tied to that X-shaped stone altar, amid the ruins. Legs spread. Except there was no Necronomicon propped between her legs, no Dean Stockwell. Only Angelica Blaze, her stiff cock rubbing against the reporter's cunt.

"Motherhood isn't a one-time event, Lois," the dickgirl said. "It's a way of life. It will push your body to the limits. It will change you. No more flat little tummy. No more high, firm breasts. You'll be like those Neolithic idols of pregnant women, all full bellies, wide hips, sagging hips."

Lois found her tongue. Her whole body was primed with anticipation, wet and quivering, her womb seemed to ache, body sweaty and hot. "Just fill up my pussy. Give me a baby."

The dickgirl smiled. "Just one? Oh, no Lois. No, not at all. You will be mother to nations..."

The cock plunged forward. Lois Lane's pussy squeezed, her whole body convulsing in a sudden, spontaneous burst of pleasure...and she swore, at that moment, Blaze came inside of her...and kept cumming. The reporter groaned as the cock kissed her cervix, pouring the cum directly into her womb, abdomen distending as her uterus inflated like a balloon, billions of sperm swimming up her fallopian tubes to **** all the eggs at once, even the ones that had never been released...

...and Lois Lane awoke, panting hard. The lights had come on, the film long over. Her arms and legs felt stiff from falling asleep in that position, but Blaze had loosened the bonds sometime while she slept, so there was no pins and needles...just the ache in her lower back.

"All done," Angelica said cheerfully. "You'll need to keep it clean. It'll scab over, and then peel. I'll keep an eye on it when you come by. Let's say...twice a week?...for your shots."

"And sex, right?" The reporter said, easing herself into a sitting position. She could feel the design extended from hip to hip, just above her ass. A true tramp stamp.

"Of course," Blaze said. "You'd hardly get knocked up just dreaming about it!"

Lois **** a laugh...and reached down to reassure herself that the cum dripping out of her pussy...and it felt surprisingly warm, and there was so much of it...and the reporter wondered if Blaze had done a little more pricking, while the reporter was ****.

She didn't know how she felt about that...but then again, every little bit helped, if she wanted to become the Daily Planet's Most Pregnant Reporter.