Epilogue: Growing Problem

Some women don't even know they're pregnant at eight weeks. Lois thought to herself as she looked in the mirror. Her stomach was already swollen, not fat, but just...doming out, almost to her nipples. Lois tried to suck it in, and couldn't. The irregular scarlet patch of the devil's mark had spread along her pelvis and crawled up toward her navel, like an upside-down map of South America. The reporter's labia had turned scarlet-purple, the bright pink insides now vivid as a blooming rose.

Nor was that all. The pregnant reporter's lips were purple, an irregular scarlet stain spreading over her mouth and over her jaw, and this past week reaching down her throat. Very carefully, Lois applied makeup along the outermost edges..combined with a balaclava mask, which only showed her cheeks, eyes, and the bridge of her nose, it was hidden. Except Lois could feel internal changes as well. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth, and she kept licking her bigger, sharper teeth.

Blaze slid in behind her. At home, there was nothing Lois could do to keep her lover's clothes on...but the demon had come to respect her girlfriend's space, at least a little.

"Do you have time?" was all she said, and Lois knew that she could say no—but the days she did, the demon would spend the day edging furiously, and the reporter would come home to find a bowl full of splooge, or all of her panties shredded. Like a cat, sometimes it was better to pamper her with a treat, if only to keep her mollified.

"Just a few minutes," Lois said. She pushed back from the sink and assumed the position on the bed...the position that Blaze liked. Ass up, head down. Presenting herself to be fucked. "You'll have to be quick."

Fingers first. Rubbing her slit. Checking to see if she was wet enough. She was. Always, since the stain had spread. The labia puffy, the insides always moist, so that her panties were always sticking to her. Lois couldn't remember the last time she had been dry down there. The last time it hurt when Blaze put it in.

Satisfied, red fingers spread the pregnant woman's cunt. The cock was hard...when wasn't it?...and the head slipped inside. It made Lois gasp every time. Tremble a little. As a woman, she had known many lovers, but somehow lately, every time with Angie felt like the first time. Like something was going to break inside of her, cunny clamping down so tightly. The cock pushing through the resistance, unable to be denied. Sliding in slow and steady and Lois bunched the sheets in her fists, toes curling and the whole length of the dick wasn't even inside of her yet.

When they could take their time, there was nothing Blaze liked better than to ball for hours. Until Lois Lane's pussy was swollen and sore and raw, the cock aching, Lois almost begging for her to just cum, just finish, not to **** her like this...and Blaze would smile and kiss her, and press deep until it felt like the tip of the cock would press against the baby's room and then and only then would just unleash it all....and Lois would groan into her mouth, utterly spent, able to feel each throb of the cock as it pushed out rope after rope of black sperm.

Morning quickies had not time for such niceties. Angie straddled her, hands grasping the reporter's small breasts, feet flat on the bed as she hammered away at the reporter swiftly, the balls slapping against her lover's pudenda with a satisfying whap-whap-whap. Too fast and too hard for Lois to get off on it...and just as the reporter could feel herself get really excited, it was over. Blaze would push her cock in deep...and it was never as much, as those long sessions, but they didn't leave Lois as full and sore either. No, it just meant that she'd need a sanitary pad between her pussy and her panties today, and that she'd have a warm feeling down below as she carried a bit of Blaze along with her all day long.

The deed done, Lois expected Blaze to pull out right away...but instead, her hands slid down from her lover's breasts, to grasp the little protruding abdomen.

"We need to find you a doctor," Angie said. "You're growing bigger, and faster, than you should be."

"I know," Lois said with a sigh. "I'm just not sure who to go to, considering my...other growing problem."

Blaze rubbed the belly. It was taut and firm beneath her fingers.

"The Justice League, perhaps," she said. "Or call that witch, Zatanna. There is no love between us, but her people would know how to handle things...safely."

Lois blinked. There was a note of concern in Angie's voice that wasn't normally there.

'You think there's something wrong with the baby?"

Silence. The fingers pressed a little harder.

"I don't know for sure. You're simply bigger than you should be, at this stage. The devil's mark is spreading faster. That's not normal, but..." Blaze sighed. "I just don't know."