Epilogue: Chub

Lois Lane didn't bother to tug the shirt down, even though she could feel the air on her stomach. It hung out over the waistband of her skirt, which she had barely been able to squeeze on over her ass this morning. When she raised her arms, her muffin-tops showed, and her breasts felt tight and squeezed in her largest bra, the perky palmfuls now softer and overflowing the cups.

The reporter bit into a donut. She wasn't fat, exactly. Just a bit of chub. 142 pounds according to the scale this morning. But it had been 120 sixteen weeks ago, before her night out. Before she got pregnant.

Twins, Lois sighed, crumbs falling down into her cleavage. The doctor had been surprised, the glamour fooling her senses so that she didn't see how every part of the reporter had gently swelled in the last four months...and none of it as much as her stomach, which jutted out too far. If the reporter leaned back a little, her toes would disappear behind the horizon of her growing gut. A premonition for the future. Didn't most women gain most of the weight later in the pregnancy?

No wonder I'm so hungry all the time, the reporter thought as she popped the last of the donut in her mouth, and sucked the frosting off her fingers. By habit, she shook the crumbs and sprinkles off her shirt. No one would notice them with Blaze's glamour, but it was habit...and Lois hadn't completely given up on keeping her figure just yet. Her sessions at the gym had moved from weight training to aerobics, from running to walking. Except she still went to the gym.

Blaze, bless her black heart, liked to say that there was more of her to love. The dickgirl would sneak up behind her and grab the reporter's lovehandles, or curl her hands around the reporter's stomach and squeeze the doughy middle that had once been hard and flat. It was all the worse to Lois because of course Blaze herself was still thin as a greyhound, never put on an ounce...and horny as a dog in heat.

Nor was she the only one that appreciated the new, fuller-figured Lois Lane.

Clark Kent walked by her cubicle, and with a soft grunt Lois swiveled around in her chair and called out after him.

"Smallville!"

He paused and walked back. "Yes, Lois?"

His blue eyes gazed at her, and not for the first time Lois wondered what he was seeing. Ever since that time in the supply closet, the reporter had been testing the limits of the glamour...and what she could get away with. Her heart thundered in her chest as she **** herself up, intentionally sticking out her stomach in a way she never did with anyone else.

"How do I look?"

The eyes wavered. She grabbed his tie and moved close enough that her soft belly pressed into his hard abs...and only half a moment later, something else hard was digging into her chub.

"You like bigger women, don't you Clark?" she whispered, already knowing the answer. Her hands slipped into his belt and gave a playful tug. She licked her lips, very slowly. "I think I feel a bout of morning sickness coming on. Help me out?"

He blinked, confused, aroused. The most powerful man in the world, but he couldn't turn down a damsel in distress, even when his brain was sending him mixed signals. Lois Lane's heart raced as she headed toward the family bathroom, careful to make her hips sway, to keep his attention on her...the moment he got distracted, the glamour would take over again, his memory sliding away...and Lois had her needs.

She told herself it wasn't cheating. Not really. The pregnant reporter hadn't had sex with him since that first time. Blowjobs weren't really cheating.

The click of the door locking behind her seemed to startle him. Clark blinked, looked around in confusion. He stared at Lois as if seeing her for the first time that day.

"Lois?" He said. "I'm sorry, I must have—"

Lois unbuttoned her top. Her breasts were muffin-topping out of the cups.

"How do I look?"

It was like the pregnant reporter was slipping in and out of Superman's mental blind spot, his brain trying and failing to work around her new, chubbier appearance. Lois took advantage of the moment of confusion to unbuckle his pants. Bit her lower lip as she pulled his pants down, freeing that steel-hard Kryptonian cock...and it sprung free, rigid and leaking out of the purple mushroom tip.

"Lois..." Clark said, "You're beautiful."

She knelt down, one knee at a time on the hard tile. That put her mouth at just the right height to guide the dick into her mouth. Lois covered her teeth with her lips, not because she was afraid of hurting him, but because she was afraid of chipping a tooth on his invulnerable cock.

That would be hard to explain to Blaze, wouldn't it? Lois thought as she sucked and slurped, running her tongue along the rigid length of that superhuman dick. As much as she enjoyed sex with the demonic dickgirl, there was just something so naughty about doing this with Superman...at work...and Lois loved the sense of power that came with being able to manipulate him like this. Of course, it wasn't hurting anyone, not really. Clark could hardly complain if she drained his balls on a daily basis. The glamour Blaze wove about the pregnant woman meant that Superman wouldn't even remember it.

Yet Lois never told Blaze about it either. The reporter's hand slipped under her skirt, to rub at her pussy through her panties. As much as she enjoyed Blaze's company, and even liked being pregnant with twins, she still liked to keep a part of her life separate from the dickgirl. To have some part of herself that was just hers.

Which was all an excuse, the reporter knew deep down. Lois knew that she couldn't stop.

Face it, Lane, she said to herself. You're turning into a fat slut!

On her knees, head bobbing and lips slurping, waiting for Superman to blow his hot load into her mouth, the pregnant reporter was content with admitting that.