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Chapter 21 by Zeebop Zeebop

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Epilogue: Ghoulish Afterbirth

There were women who spent days in labor. Lois Lane knew that her own birth couldn't last that long; her waters had already broken...but there was nothing natural about that pregnancy, and her stomach swelled even as the pangs ripped through body. The masses of human meat she had consumed began to shift and deposit.

Lois could feel her thighs thicken and saw her nipples darken, but most of the growth was in her belly itself...the bulge of her cannibalistic meal shrank, and her womb expanded, a taut dome. Lois could see her navel pop...and then stretch, distend, until it was practically lost. Triplets did terrible things to any woman's figure, and Lois Lane's unnatural pregnancy was speeding toward its end. Ugly red stretchmarks radiated across her belly...and as Blaze helped Lois into the bathroom, into the tub, the reporter nearly screamed as the first true contraction hit. Nearly sixty pounds of weight gained in minutes, and it was all concentrated in her belly...and **** to come out.

The demon turned on the water as Lois settled into a kind of squat inside the tub, grateful that it was big enough to accommodate her new, massive stomach, which stuck out in a two-foot diameter sphere. Her muscles bunched inside of her, and instinctively Lois pushed...but it felt like trying to pass a bowling ball. Whatever was inside of her was too big, and it wasn't ready to come out.

Warm water began to lap at the reporter's pussy. The scarlet succubus grabbed a washcloth and began to draw water across the pregnant woman's massive bump...over her breasts...and wiped the sweat from Lois Lane's face.

"Aaargh!" Lois growled through her teeth.

The demon laid a hand on the top of the reporter's stomach, and her other hand delved down between her legs. Lois was shocked at how swiftly and easily the fingers slid inside her pussy...deeper than she thought they should be able to reach...and grunted as they touched a part of her normally only felt during pap smears.

"You're doing great," Blaze said. "Dilated about four centimeters. You'll be ready soon."

The demon didn't take her hand out of Lois Lane's pussy. The reporter groaned, her world shrank to just this tub. To the cramps that radiated out from her crotch. To the pain in her lower spine from the massive gut that hung taut in front of her. Hands and feet pressed against the sides of her swollen womb, and Lois nearly screamed...and then she did scream, as the contractions reached a peak, a sharp stab of pain...and she could feel that Blaze had her whole hand inside of her cunny, the fingers flexing against her walls...

Lois hated way it felt. Not just the pain, but the stimulation. Her dark, swollen nipples were stiff and beaded with golden drops of milk. The reporter's breasts hadn't swollen much with pregnancy, but they still ached, milk glands definitely expressing. The pregnant woman didn't like to think of the process by which that milk was produced; all that human meat and fat swiftly digested in her body by Blaze's demonic magic. Aching tits waiting to feed her demonspawn with milk made from human flesh...

"AAAAggggh!" Lois yelled as she bore down hard, pelvic muscles pressed to their utmost...and Blaze grinned excitedly.

"They're coming!"

So was Lois Lane.

She tried to fight it. But as the head of the first baby crowned, Lois was unable to stop her body as the stimulation of her cunt stretched to the utmost pushed her over the edge. Her hands held the edges of the tub in a white-knuckle grip as her cunny spasmed, the demon's hand guiding the baby's head and shoulders past her lips...and silver sparks seemed to burst in front of the reporter's eyes as the birth-climax erased any trace of conscious thought.

Then, the baby was out of her...and it a high-pitched plaintive cry filled the bathroom. Lois panted, slumped against the back of the tub, the warm water lapped at her noticeably less-swollen belly...and then the next contraction hit.

The other two were faster. Her cervix was already stretched out, fully dilated. The waters were dark with blood as the second and third children of Blaze were squeezed out...and although Lois hated it, she cried and screamed and trembled in helpless ecstasy as each one **** its way out of her poor, overworked cunt. Until the reporter was left utterly drained, limp and exhausted, physically and sexually. Her body spasmed automatically, and Lois still tried to press down...and felt other things slide out of her.

The afterbirth, of course.

Lois Lane lay in a tub full of warm water, blood, and amniotic fluid as Blaze cooed over the babies. The reporter glanced over at them. Three little girls on her best towels. Each had a head of black hair, and unnaturally bubblegum pink skin...though they were not quite identical. Something in her heart almost broke to see them.

Blaze smiled. Her hand delved down into the tub, and came up with something liver-colored...almost slimy...and Lois wasn't sure what it was, until she saw the trailing umbilical cord.

"Eat," Blaze commanded, as she brought the placenta to the reporter's mouth. "You'll need your strength to heal...and the babies will need their mother."

The reporter's stomach churned...nausea gripped her guts...yet something made her open her mouth, a swift and terrible hunger that made her white teeth bite down into the soft, yielding flesh...and as the taste of blood hit her mouth, Lois realized she had two more placentas to eat after this.

Her night out might be over, but the nightmare had not yet begun.

Fin

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