Epilogue: Growing Pains

Lois huffed as she dropped into a squat, thighs trembling as she struggled to maintain the proper posture. Even with the belly brace, it took a serious effort to maintain her balance and not pitch forward.

"Sev-seventy four," she huffed, and began to straighten up.

In a normal pregnancy, a woman might be expected to gain forty pounds—a pound a week, just to make sure the baby maintained proper weight. With seven fetuses, and at what would be the halfway point for a normal pregnancy, Lois had already put on more than eighty pounds.

For a woman that normally weighed less than 120 pounds before, the transformation had been drastic. Lois had shifted her exercise routine to build muscle, hoping to keep mobile as long as possible while her stomach grew and grew. So far she had succeeded in avoiding getting actually fat—her breasts had ballooned and her thighs had thickened, hips widening and getting a little padded, but no bingo flaps under the arms, no double chin or chubby baby face.

Plus, the daily squats had done amazing things to her ass. What had been a toned, boyish, even flat posterior had thickened and broadened along with her hips into a truly globular booty. If her tits hadn't kept pace, Lois knew she would be quite bottom-heavy, but as it was, the added mass of her backside helped to balance out the protuberant belly.

Lois stared down at the taut skin, still amazed that was all her. It seemed to grow every day—just this morning, she'd found her belly button had popped, and many women mistook her for full-term, even though the belly hadn't dropped yet, and wouldn't for a couple of months if everything went well.

Standing up straight, Lois rolled her shoulders, feeling the muscles there too. It was the first time in her life that Lois' breasts were big enough to actually cause her back pain. She smiled to think of that; it was still fun to actually be able to lift her funbags and jiggle them, even if she knew her days of small, pert titties were well behind her.

So was running and most other aerobic exercises. Her expanding womb was pressing up against her diaphragm and lungs, and Lois got short of breath easily. Added to the inability to find a bike machine seat wide enough for her expanding butt, and Lois Lane had to pare her aerobics down to some pool exercises and a treadmill.

"Hello love," Blaze said, slipping behind her. "Almost done with your exercises? I could help..."

Lois wiped sweat from her forehead. "Angie, I told you. No magic, not unless absolutely necessary. This pregnancy is weird and dangerous enough as it is, we don't want anything going wrong."

"Not what I had in mind," Angelica said, as she tugged at her wife's workout shorts.

"Oh," Lois said, blushing. "In that case..."

The farther along her wife got in the pregnancy, the more devoted Blaze became to her wife's sex. The increased libido as Lois packed on the pounds and added inches to her waistline had helped Lois through the worst of her hormone-fueled jealous outbursts and body image issues. Unable to see below her waist, Lois raised her feet when Blaze tapped her ankles, stepping out of the sweat-sodden shorts.

With her belly so cumbrous, Lois had started to rely on her wife for a number of personal issues...including shaving. It was only thanks to her that the reporter was still smooth-shaven down below—and Lois wondered what it was like, as Blaze laid down on the ground, scooting between the pregnant woman's legs, that fat cock in hand, pointed toward the swollen pudenda with the great mountain of an abdomen rising away from it.

Taking a deep breath, Lois began her squat. Back straight, arms out in front, thighs trembling, massive belly threatening to drag her forward...and as she dipped down she felt the tip of her wife's crimson cock nuzzling against her cunt lips. A different kind of heat filled Lois as her heart beat faster, legs trembling as she dipped down a little farther...and a little...feeling that fat head spread open her juicy lips...

"Seven-seventy five..." Lois' legs felt weak, and as the pregnant woman struggled to get up, she could feel her foot slip, her whole body wavering...and strong hands grabbed Lois' broad, maternal hips, holding her rock steady until the moment of danger had passed.

"I've got you," Blaze whispered. "I'll always have you."

And the reporter sank down, letting the cock impale her deeper. She shifted her legs, knees on the floor, spreading her ass with both hands as she leaned backward, riding her wife's cock. Lois pitied those pregnant women whose spouses wouldn't touch them; she was sure she would go mad if she didn't get her daily doses of "vitamin B," in whatever hole they fancied.

With her added weight, Lois was less active in their lovemaking than she would have liked. She wanted to slam her hips down and grind her crotch into Blaze's stomach, but even a short stint on top on top like this made her joints ache and her breath come in short, raspy pants. But it was worth it to feel that hard, familiar presence in her soppy slit, to feel those eager hangs grab and knead her ass, to wander in earnest wonderment over her belly. To revel in the feel of her own fat tits, squeezing the sensitive, puffy dark nipples between her fingers as she shifted her hips, grinding her pussy on the cock embedded in her.

When it was too much, when she was so tired that she thought she would pass out, Blaze would help Lois to lay on her side—and then the demon would give her wife a proper dicking, sliding her long crimson prick in and out of the slick cunt what seemed to be all afternoon long.

It was an experience they knew would not last, and all the more precious knowing that it couldn't.