Epilogue: Her First Litter

Three weeks to prepare. Lois Lane binged veterinary videos, expedited the shipping on books on human and canine pregnancies, chewed through a bag of dog treats a day and planned it out. Weird instincts helped guide her...she made a safe little nest in her bedroom, where she could handle the birth in complete privacy. Bought more red meat, drank more water...her belly grew fast, but nothing more than a potbelly she could hide with a bulky sweater.

Her breasts swelled a little too, the nipples darkening and growing puffy, thicker...and in that final week she woke up to find wet spots where she had begun to dribble milk, and had spent a few days with napkins stuffed in her bra. Just counting the days until she couldn't dare come into work anymore. Nobody begrudged her taking off Thursday and Friday; everyone needs a long weekend now and again.

Other changes were more subtle. Lois found herself in the pet store, looking at puppy collars and toys. It was one of those stores where the dogs were encouraged to come into them with their owners, and more than once Lois felt the eyes of a strange mutt on her, see them tug at their leashes, nostrils snuffling, a little whine deep in their throats...and felt her own cheeks begin to burn, her pussy dampening as she imagined that hard cock that had impregnated her. So she rushed her purchases and made her way to the cashier.

"Oh, do you have a puppy?" The young woman ringing up her purchases asked.

"I'll be...getting some soon. Dog is pregnant." Lois said.

"Oh! Are you a breeder?"

"Not professionally."

The reporter hoped that was true.

Back in her apartment, Lois Lane could relax. She had food and water for several days. Time off from work. Scissors and materials enough to sanitize everything. No need to leave the apartment for any reason whatsoever...and a pressing feeling in her belly that she wouldn't want to, very soon now.

She shed her baggy clothes. Her belly was obvious now...not as big as a human pregnancy at full term, but big enough. The reporter ran her hand over the taut skin, until her fingers ran across the scarred skin of the brand that Circe had set on her pussy...and down, past that, to where her pussy was a little furrier than it had been, since she hadn't been able to shave it the last couple of weeks...and the rings that pierced her labia, another of the sorceress's "gifts" to Lois.

It felt better naked. Lois tried to distract herself, streaming movies, cooking dinner. Yet she couldn't really forget about her belly. The weight of her womb was like a constant presence. She had to pee all the time. Found herself leaning back, to help balance out the weight. Eating ice cream in her little nest, in the darkened room, not caring about the milk that sometimes dribbled from her tits. Wondering when it would start.

Lois Lane fell asleep while watching One Hundred and One Dalmatians. She missed the old animation style, but the live-action remake wasn't so bad...Lois dreamed herself at that table, in that English house, as Nanny told Anita: "You're going to have a puppy!"

Abdominal pain woke her up, right at that point...and Lois knew it was time.

She leaned back against the mound of pillows in her nest, but it wasn't much helping the pain in her lower back. Lois spread her shaking thighs and raised her knees, her pussy as wide as possible. Towels and sterilized scissors were at hand, a mirror set up so she could see her own splayed slit, and she quickly ran a sanitary wipe over her naked cunt, the **** stinging her lips. There was a pressure inside, like she had to go to the bathroom, but it was wrong...and as the first contraction rippled through her form, muscles knotting, her whole body bearing down until she couldn't breathe and her heart seemed fit to burst, Lois felt the gush of fluid, warm and thick, flow out of her pussy..and then she was giving birth.

The puppies were smaller than human babies...but there were four of them. Wet and wiggling, eyes closed, they did not come easily—Lois had to push each one out, her body straining, her pussy pushed open from inside as something fatter and longer than any cock she was **** out from within. There was no timing to the contractions, and Lois simply lived in the moment, bearing down, watching the first little snout breach past her hairy lips...and she almost cried, right then, because though the eyes were closed it was absolutely perfect, and its black fur was the same color as her hair.

One by one, Lois reached between her legs and helped them out...cut and tied the cords...and wiped them down as best she could, setting them nearby where she had an electric blanket placed just to keep them warm and snug. It might have been minutes or hours when the last one left, and her stomach looked oddly shrunken, not deflated like a football, but simply smaller, softer, no longer taut with amniotic fluid...and her pussy was gaping open, the lips of her labia red and raw around where the rings were placed, and Lois felt the ghost of a contraction and knew there was still the placentas to deal with.

"How absolutely precious," the sound of her mistress's voice shook Lois out of her exhausted post-labor delirium. The lavender-haired sorceress was huddled over the puppies, stroking their soft fur with her fingertips, utterly rapt in the tiny forms.

"Hmm, all girls, though. Pity, I was hoping for at least one male...well, rest well, pet. Perhaps we'll have more luck with next litter."

Circe leaned over and planted a fiery kiss on Lois Lane's sweat-covered brow. The exhausted reporter could have cried...but she felt a weird tingle flow through her body from that kiss. In the mirror, she could see her pussy tighten, the slack lips drawing together. Her abdomen lost the saggy look, flattening out. In a moment, the only thing that showed Lois had ever been pregnant were her dark nipples, leaking golden drops of milk.

"Ah, they'll be hungry soon. You won't believe how much puppies eat..." Circe said as she drew the first dark shape and laid it at her mother's breast. A little mouth opened and latched on to the nipple, no teeth yet, and Lois Lane shuddered in weird ecstasy as she began to drink.