Epilogue: Beer Belly

Dawn came and the reporter heaved herself out of bed. She stretched and yawned, her stomach rumbling. Padded over the floor on bare feet and opened the fridge to grab breakfast. A tall can of cold lager. It cracked open with a satisfying hiss, and Lois tilted her head back as the cold liquid cut through the remnant of the night in her throat.

Absently, she scratched her ass, gently chugging the beer. A few weeks ago, she'd never drink during the day...and in truth, she'd **** herself to stay away from the hard stuff, and stayed away from bars. Yet Lois Lane was an adult, and if she wanted to have a beer...why not? Of course it was cheaper to buy it by the pack at the store and keep it in the fridge. Granted, the more she had on hand, the more she drank...but Lois made sure to keep it under control. She only had a single beer before work, and maybe one with lunch. It wasn't like she was drinking and driving, or operating heavy equipment...

Cold hands slid over her hips and squeezed. Lois coughed, almost spilling her brew.

"Getting some love-handles here, sweetmeat," Angelica said. The dickgirl slid her hands around to cradle the reporter's abdomen. "Maybe you need to cut back on the snacks."

Lois brought the half-empty beer can down and stared at her stomach. A few weeks ago, it had been flat...and now...well, it wasn't fat, exactly. But there was the very beginning of a pooch, a little pot belly straining against her panties. Lois knew it was probably the drinking. She was taking in more calories with each can and bottle, but she hadn't exactly been hitting the gym any harder to compensate. While she hadn't weighed herself on the scale recently, she was sure she'd gained a few pounds...but only a few.

Angelica Blaze was the little devil on Lois Lane's shoulder. A few days after they first met, Angie had showed up with a six-pack. They had two beers each...and when Angie left, she had left two cans behind. A couple days later, Lois had drunk them. Angie had done the same thing a couple nights later...and within a week, Lois was thirsty enough she was buying her own beer.

It's not like the dickgirl had come over just for sex, either. Mostly they just hung out, had a few beers...once Blaze got some brews inside of her, Lois found that the dickgirl was a font of historical knowledge, with an amazing command of languages, a rich vocabulary, terrific insights...it wasn't uncommon for Lois to sit at the table, sipping a brew and shooting the shit with Blaze as she wrote her articles...and they were good articles. Perry White, her editor, had praised Lois Lane's research.

Of course, sometimes they drank so much Blaze didn't feel like staggering home—not that Lois had ever seen the dickgirl that drunk—so sometimes she stayed over. In fact, this last week she had been staying over every night...and Lois hadn't had to buy any beer, because whenever they were running low Angie went for a run, while Lois was out at work.

Which is why, Lois realized, she was starting to get a beer gut. Angie was slim as ever, but Lois frowned at her own avoirdupois.

"I think it's sexy," Blaze said, rubbing her hands over the soft little stomach. Her lips kissed the back of the reporter's neck. "I think you'd look good with a bit more weight. Give you some curves. Might make your boobs bigger too."

Lois frowned. The dickgirl might be talking about boobs, but her hands were moving in circles over the reporter's gut...and not for the first time, Lois was glad she'd had an IUD put in not long after that first night. The last thing she needed was a pregnant belly...and Angie wasn't good about condoms.

Like right now, as the dickgirl pulled the reporter's panties down to mid-thigh. That made the reporter's cunny a tighter squeeze as the cock slid forward, searching for cunt...and the reporter sighed, bent over a chair to provide her live-in-lover a bit better access, and took another sip.

"You know sex is a good way to burn calories," Lois said. "The more you fuck me, the further I get from that sexy beer belly you want me to have."

Angelica shoved her cock forward, and Lois gave a little gasp. She was glad she was already wet...and maybe that the beer was giving her a bit of a buzz.

"We'd have to have a lot of sex," Blaze said. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you so much to offset every beer you drink?"

Lois smiled. She bent her knees, leaning into the fuck as Blaze began to slowly slide her cock inside and out. It was the kind of question that Angie was always asking. Perpetually horny, like a priapic nymphomaniac...but it was what was underneath that intrigued Lois. That vast and strange mind that could translate Latin and ancient Greek, quote from Egyptian scrolls, describe the old streets of Colonial Metropolis as though she was there when it was first settled...that was what intrigued Lois.

The sex was just a bonus.

It was the first fuck of the day, and Angie's hands grabbed the reporter's soft stomach and held it tight as she pumped a hot sticky load into the reporter's snatch. Lois gave a soft burp, glad that this was a Saturday and she didn't have work. That meant she could have a shower beer...and there was nothing quite like a nice hot shower with a cold beer after a quick, hard fuck.

Later on, of course, Lois vowed that she'd have to go running to work off some of the excess calories...

...or, she thought with a smile, maybe I can ride Angie's pole until it goes soft!

That hadn't happened yet...but there was a first time for everything.