Epilogue: Don't Touch Me!

"I said don't fucking touch me!" Blaze emphasized her point by throwing a pillow, which Lois ducked.

"Angie, don't be like that. You're just cranky because you haven't had your ice-cream yet..." The reporter told her wife.

"I don't want ice cream!" the demon yelled, tears welling in her pure white eyes as she started to blubber. "I don't want to be fat!"

Lois grinned. It had been four months since that wild night out, and a few more indiscretions had left her dearest demonic dickgirl pregnant with six babies in her bloat belly. At sixteen weeks, she looked as big as many women did at full term, her abdomen a gigantic swollen scarlet sphere. She looked pinned to the couch like a great bloated tick, though the reporter knew her wife still had the strength to easily move about. She just chose not to.

Sloth hadn't been the worst part. Blaze had been eating for seven, and whatever magic normally kept her demonic form trim and slim didn't apear to be working so well against the biological reality of being pregnant with sextuplets. The previously lean figure had been filling out, muscles losing their contour a bit under a soft layer of fat, ass padding out a little, breasts coming in quite nicely, bigger than Lois' own pair at this point...

A sob came from the living room. The familiar opening music of her favorite movie, House of a Thousand Corpses.

...but then there were the hormones.

In the kitchen, Lois took out her largest mixing bowl and emptied in three pints of Ben & Jerries, tossing the empty cartons in the recycle. She unscrewed the lid on a jar of sauerkraut, and stuck a spoon in each.

The newlywed reporter carried her offerings into the living room. Her wife was sniffling, dabbing at her eyes with a hanky. The demon levered herself up to accept the two bowls, balancing the bigger one on her belly...until she noticed that she couldn't see the screen.

"Did you want anything else, Angie?" Lois said, voice a little hopeful.

Cheeks stuffed with ice cream and fermented cabbage, Blaze looked resentfully at Lois. As though her whole situation was somehow the reporter's fault.

"Fud ruh." She managed.

The reporter smiled and knelt in front of the couch, taking up one of the crimson feet in her hand. She started with the ankles, which had started to swell a bit, especially when Blaze did nothing but sit on her lovely plush ass all day. Rubbed them between her hands, squeezing all the way from the calf down to the heel, working gently yet firmly, thumbs along the shins.

Then she moved onto the feet proper, Blaze wiggling her toes as she stuffed her face. Lois Lane's fingers kneaded the flesh around the metatarsals, thumbs running up and down the outside and inside of the demon's soles, squeezing each little pad of flesh before moving on to the next.

And as she sat there, Lois watched Blaze's fat red cock, sitting there like a soft worm above the big balls. Getting the demon to wear clothes in the house had been impossible, even before she had needed maternity wear. Yet Lois had to admit she liked the view...and often, as now, walked around their shared apartment in nothing more than her panties. Lois couldn't stop herself as she dipped her head down and took the demon's big toe in her mouth, sucking gently.

The cock twitched. Lois let her tongue swirl around the crimson claw, wary of the sharp edges, enjoying the earthy flavors. As she moved to suck on more of the demon's toes, the red cock started to rise, filling out gently but inexorably, and in between the gulps of ice cream and sauerkraut the reporter could hear her wife's little pants and mewls.

"Darling?" Lois said, after she ran her tongue up the length of the demon's sole and saw the rock hard erection. "Is there anything...else...you want?"

"Fugh muh," came the incoherent reply. But Lois knew what she wanted.

Slipping out of her panties, Lois crawled onto all-fours and backed her ass up toward the crimson dick. Blaze, watching the television, couldn't see exactly what the reporter was up to. But she could feel it when the bare cheeks touched her lower belly, and when Lois Lane's hand guided the ruby rod back into its familiar home in the reporter's gash.

While the "wheelbarrow" was far from Lois' favorite position, with Blaze pregnant it was one of the easier ones for both of them. All the pregnant demon had to do was sit on the couch, and let her wife do all the work...and as Lois slid back and forth, grinding herself against the fat belly with all six of their brood, she definitely enjoyed her work.

A long, slow, easy domestic fuck. A comfortable routine that both woman and dickgirl had fallen into almost without realizing it. In fact, Lois became so engrossed on impaling herself on the demonic pole, that she didn't stop to consider what day it was, or what that date might signify, until after she shuddered and spasmed, howling softly as her pussy clamped on the crimson cock captured in her cunt.

Lois sagged forward, ass in the air, feeling an unaccustomed but not unwelcome warmness in her cunt...and then something else. A very different and very familiar sort of gravity pulling her pussy back toward her wife.

"Uh...babe?" Lois asked. "Did you just cum in me?"

"Yuh," Blaze swallowed. "Why, is it a bad time?"

"I think," Lois asked, feeling her pussy drawn against the demon's crotch, Blaze's bloated body shifting down so that their two vaginas were lined up. "That it was actually a very good time."

"Oh fuck," Blaze muttered as their cunts sealed together, the familiar transfer process starting once again. "Not again."

Septuplets! Lois thought, feeling the fluid start to fill her pussy, womb already cramping as it prepared to send the zygote off to join its brothers and sisters. Gotta change the baby registry again.