Epilogue: Bigger Is Better

Lois licked her lips as she left the restaurant. Her shirt couldn't contain her belly, the white cotton riding up over the swollen stomach that jutted out in front of her. The red pants were too tight, splitting at the seams, and pushed down low by her gravid abdomen. Her breasts wobbled...and Lois was thrilled with every jiggle. They were no longer as firm and high-set as they had been before, but they were bigger, and that was the important thing.

"Where does the mass come from?" Lois asked, when they were in the cab. It took Lois a minute to figure out a way to put the seatbelt on over her belly and breasts.

"It repurposes body mass...you just had a big meal, so your digestion became super-efficient...and demon cum itself has a lot of energy, which equals mass...but growing too big too fast can still be dangerous for your health," Angelica said. She was holding Lois Lane's hand, their fingers entwined. "In the olden days, some demon just fucked the women until they burst, drained husks..."

"So what you're saying," Lois said, realizing she felt hungry despite the huge meal she'd just eaten. "Is that you have to feed me."

Blaze blinked.

"I mean, if you want to get bigger..."

Lois led her demon lover up to her apartment. She only smiled at the doorman who was shocked at the appearance of Lois Lane, at least six months pregnant, dragging this strange dark woman behind her...but Lois didn't care. The reporter couldn't keep her free hand off her belly. It was like she was drunk on the experience, as her fingers thrummed on the taut skin, played with the belly button which was not quite an outie but on its way, her swollen, darker nipples tenting her tight shirt.

Angelica Blaze stared around at Lois Lane's apartment. Bookshelves crowded to overflowing, a couple of pictures of family on the wall, an unmade bed and a veritable mound of dirty bras and underwear in one corner. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was not winning any homemaker awards...but neither did she normally bring anyone back to her apartment.

Without preamble, Lois began offloading the contents of her fridge and cupboards onto the kitchen table. Blaze could hear the reporter's stomach rumble.

The reporter paused to peel off her shirt. Unnecessary parts of the demonic dickgirl's brain shut off as she watched the swollen titties wobble, coming to rest naturally on either side of the belly, like a balcony on a support beam.

Lois lifted her breasts in her hands. Felt the heft and warmth. Let her fingers slide over the stiff nipples. They were big...but they could be bigger. She looked at Angelica.

"Get naked," she ordered. "I want you ready to go after I've filled the tank."

As Blaze stripped, Lois ate. Chips crunched, cold chicken was stripped to the bones, her teeth sank into blocks of cheese without bothering to cut them into more manageable slices. The pregnant reporter wasn't going for taste or enjoyment—just quantity. Her body was shaking with barely-contained need as she stuffed her face, stuffing herself to let the raw fuel for her transformation.

She ate past the point of discomfort. Until she was sweating and shaking, stomach aching and fit to burst. Memories came to her of interviewing competitive eaters, how they **** themselves to eat far past the time their body told them they were full. A two-liter bottle of diet cola filled the spaces, the fizzy, acidic drink lending a strange effervescence to her overfilled gut, which Lois Lane let burst with a loud belch. The gravid reporter wiped crumbs and grease from her face...and turned to Blaze.

The dickgirl was naked. Her cock was hard. The fingers were shuffling over the stiff prick, which was an angry shade of red.

Lois waddled forward. Normally, after a meal like that, she would worry that all of that would have to come out of her at some point...but now, she was hoping that it would all go to her breasts and belly.

The reporter sank to her knees, face nuzzling against the hot meat of the swollen shaft. She licked the great hairless balls, tasting the salty, earthy sweat there, and lifted them up to taste the cunt hidden underneath. Blaze shuddered in barely-repressed need.

"I'm close," she whispered...and that was all Lois needed to hear.

Her mouth clamped onto the dick, tongue running along the base of the shaft. No effort to deep throat...Lois focused on sucking on the head, as hard as she could. This time, she wanted to taste it. Nor did the demon disappoint.

Reality flickered as Blaze came. Control lost, for just a second, but the reporter's eyes opened wide as she saw the olive-complexioned skin of her demon lover become red as blood. The muscles became more defined, bones poking out as fat and flesh seemed to melt away. Like a human built on the scale of a greyhound, all steel springs and whalebone. A predator, a hunter that chased its prey down fast...and Lois heard Blaze gasp as the salty, bitter seed shot into her mouth...

Lois Lane shook as the transformation raced her baby through its growth cycle. She moaned around the demonic dick as her undigested food rapidly disintegrated, flooded her veins with nutrients to build the swiftly-duplicating cells. Already taut skin grey pale as it stretched too far, too fast, red scars forming and healing in seconds. On her hands and knees, Lois could feel her tits start to swell and fill, the pressure building on her nipples as the milk came in, the top of her breasts brushing against the seat of Blaze's chair.

The bottom of her belly touched the floor.

The reporter's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the cold pressure of the weight resting there. With a wet schluck, she pulled her mouth off the demon's dick, wobbling back until her ass touched her heels...and she stared at the stomach in front of her. There was no fat on the reporter's frame, except for her bloated teats, which hung down now on either side of her massive belly, and that just made the stomach look bigger...as though she had swallowed a watermelon. Lois knew she had to be the equivalent of late in her last trimester, ready to give birth at any time...and her pussy dribbled as the weight of her womb pressed on her bladder.

She took a breath. Muscles screamed in her back, and the mass of the grossly distended belly was pressing on her diaphragm, preventing her from breathing deeply...but she grabbed Blaze's knees and looked up into the face of her demon lover.

It was an inhuman face. Like an angel carved out of red marble, the eyes pure white and staring out from deep, dark pits; dark horns curled back from that wide brow, and she beheld Lois with wonder and lust.

"Help me to the bed," Lois said. "And then..."

"Yes?" The voice was the same...a bit huskier, a bit deeper, the accent a bit thicker, but still her Angelica.

Lois Lane's lips curled into a smile. "Order some pizzas. I want to be bigger."