Epilogue: Hermaphrodite Fertility Services

"...I'm not just the founder of Hermaphrodite Fertility Services," Lois Lane said, smiling into the camera. Her hand came down to rest on her stomach, pushing the blouse back. "I'm also a client!"

"Cut!" The director said. "Good shoot. But we really want to see that baby...I know you're only eight weeks along, but let's undo a couple buttons...and try to stick your stomach out more..."

Lois smiled, but inwardly she sighed. The things she did for her dickgirls.

Angelica Blaze stalked in the background, staying out of the way of the production crew. A WayneTech representative was hanging around as well, to keep an eye on Bruce Wayne's investment. It had been his idea to repurpose one of the oil rigs that sat outside the United States' territorial limit into a clinic where insemination could happen either artificially or...with assistance.

It's not a brothel, Lois reminded herself. Reproductive therapy. Where women can just happen to pay to get a baby fucked into them by a well-hung dickgirl. Absolutely legal, when you're outside the legal jurisdiction of the US. Just one option. Plenty of perfectly normal customers that just want in vitro fertilization or something.

Of course, there was more to it than that, and the reporter knew it. For HFS to work, it had to have some advantage above and beyond other, more accessible and established fertility clinics. So, the "direct injection services," which kept their four primary "donors" very happy. Access to experimental fertility procedures, thanks to WayneTech. Willingness to provide fertility services which went above and beyond what normal clinics would handle—the new paint was barely dry on the walls and there were already three potential "Octomoms" on the slate right now, and one woman that wanted to carry ten babies. A number of women who were sixty years old or older that wanted to carry a child. One woman that wanted to carry her brother's child. Parents who wanted their adult daughter—rendered in a permanent vegetative state by a car accident—to conceive and bear a child...

...and that was before they got to the really sketchy cases. The reporter knew Wayne had his own agenda, but he had agreed to fund this, and had explained privately that he wanted someplace discreet to handle reproductive issues that afflicted the costume community. Which included, Lois Lane had quickly found out, handling abortions for heroes and villains alike...provided the women wanted the pregnancy aborted...and she didn't tell them that Wayne had some of the embryos cryogenically stored for "later use." They had spoken very frankly about the ethical versus practical considerations involved.

"The world will still need heroes," he said, and then explained about WayneTech's current advancements in artificial womb technology.

It didn't help that one of the first "customers" had been Wonder Woman. Mr. Wayne had actually held the Amazon's hand during the procedure. No one else knew, because the procedure was conducted in utter secrecy, the doctor not even seeing any part of her patient except her lower body in the stirrups. Sometimes Lois went down to the cryogenic storage and thought of the superhumans that those embryos might someday become, if planted in the correct womb and allowed to grow...and she thought of the baby in her own belly.

She wasn't a client. Lois guarded Blaze jealously. The demonic dickgirl was only allowed to inseminate a single womb...and she had done so. Continued to do so, enthusiastically. Wayne hadn't been keen on her presence, until Lois had explained some of the circumstances...and then they had come to the understanding. Equal partners in this enterprise.

Lois Lane had cut back her hours at the Daily Planet as her role at HFS grew, and with her own pregnancy progressing, she wondered if her upcoming maternity leave might not be a good excuse to permanently move from the paper to her work as an executive. Work was picking up at HFS, more things that needed her attention every day, and Lois found herself grown distant from Metropolis, from Clark Kent and all her friends at the planet. More and more she spent her nights in the executive suite on the rig, rolling over whenever she wanted in the night, always finding Blaze hard for her.

She was sure that if she wanted to, Angelica Blaze would support her no matter which career she chose. The demon seemed enamored of her growing belly, and was amused at hearing of the machinations of Bruce Wayne.

"He isn't a villain," Blaze had said, in between kissing the reporter's small, teardrop-shaped breasts, sucking on the nipple as if she could already taste the milk that hadn't come in yet. "But he is sly. I like him."

"Okay, let's try it again!" The director said, shaking Lois out of her reverie. They had undone all of the buttons on her blouse except one, so that the shirt hung limp, and the former reporter pressed her stomach forward to make the slight swell more noticeable as the director called for "Action!"

"Hello! I'm Lois Lane, founder of Hermaphrodite Fertility Services, your complete service center for all your reproductive needs..."