Epilogue: Gratuitous Pregnant Sexercise

"I am not going to be one of those pregnant women that just turns into a fat fucking slob because I'm carrying a baby."

Lois Lane was talking to herself. She often did, when she was working out. It helped her vent frustration at the unfairness of pregnancy, of the way her weight kept creeping up the scales, and the changes that were wreaking on her body. Some of them, like the slow expansion of her breastline, she didn't mind. The others, like the added softness on her hips which were threatening to go from muffin tops into full-on fat folds, were. The reporter knew that if she didn't step up her game soon, she'd be looking at turkey flaps under her arms, thick thighs that rubbed together, and a second chin...

"Babe, you're twenty weeks pregnant and you only weigh 138," Angelica Blaze Lane told her wife as she spotted her on the weight bench. "You're doing fine. The doctor says it's a healthy weight."

"You don't gain weight," the reporter growled. The iron bar rested in her hands. At her peak, before pregnancy, the reporter could bench a hundred pounds. She was up to a hundred and twenty. Nothing to brag about, but she liked to feel the burn in her arms as the weight descended, and then when she pushed them back up again...even though laying on the bench like this she felt like a bloated toad. The exercise bra kept her swollen girls and sore nipples in place and out of the way, but her belly was standing out a little more every day, the belly button nearly even with her nipples now.

The demonic dickgirl said nothing...and Lois focused on the other thing she liked about these sessions: her wife's dick.

Blaze had never darkened the door of a gym in her life...and so at their home gym, Lois got to pick what the dickgirl wore. Mostly, that was nothing. The reporter stared at the heavy, hairless sack with those fat crimson testicles, the veiny, fat cock that rested over them and dangled down toward her head with its scarlet head and the piss-slit so dark it was almost purple by comparison. Lois could feel her heart beat faster as she pumped the iron, Angie there to catch the bar in case the reporter slipped...and when the heat was up, and they would begin to sweat, Lois could smell the musk that rose off her wife...see the little dew that gathered in her nooks and crannies...and when the reporter had done her set and her arms burned, weak now as limp noodles, Blaze would come round and help Lois sit up...increasingly a difficult task with her bulging belly...and with iron in her voice, she would tell her:

"Assume the position."

Obligingly, Angie would squeeze in behind her wife on the bench. Lois would lean forward, and the dickgirl's fingers would pull the pregnant reporter's exercise shorts aside. No panties. Just sweaty, oily pussy. And Lois would stay there in that kind of half-squat as Blaze grew hard, and then that swollen cockhead would pressed against the bottom of her cunt from behind...and Lois would bend her legs, squeezing her cunny around the hard shaft. It was getting tighter every day, as her stomach grew, and there was less space in her pussy. One of the things that made it worth the fact that she had to pee so often, and could barely run anymore.

When Lois had bottomed out, she would straighten back up...and when the head of the cock was just inside her cunny, Blaze caught her arms from behind, pulling her back.

"One."

Down and up, the demon pulling gently, making Lois work for it as she moved up and down, forward and back, the cunt sliding along the cock. Lois would hear her wife pant, the breathing getting faster as she got close, and it was always a question of who could last longer...except after a hard workout, the reporter's stamina was usually at its limit. She began to shake, both from exhaustion and from the heat in her loins, whole body ****. Lois had never cum like this yet, but she had always thought...if she got a bit stronger...moved a bit more...maybe...maybe....

"Aaaah!" Blaze shivered, a hot spray of sperm squirting up the reporter's slick channel. Lois pushed herself up and down, squeezing her pussy as tight as she could...but her thighs were quivering and she couldn't hold it anymore.

"Forty...four," Lois said before she sank back down into her wife's lap.

Blaze's hands came around to peel off the exercise bra. **** fingers squeezing the sweaty, sticky titties from behind, catching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Lois hadn't started expressing milk yet, but she'd noticed a growing soreness in her boobs, the nipples now nut brown instead of their pre-pregnancy pink, and she didn't doubt it would be long.

The pregnant woman's stomach rumbled.

"Sex burns calories," the dickgirl reminded her, licking the sweat off her wife's shoulder.

"Then you can help me work off dessert," Lois shot back. "Because I still haven't cum yet..."