Epilogue: Home Birth

"Azarath...Metrion...Zinthos!" Lois Lane muttered the mystic words, and felt the familiar crackle of energies through her body. The aching yet pleasurable surge in her crotch as her clit extended and transformed. She had noticed that even after the spell had ended, her clitoris was larger than before, and when she was sexually excited it stuck up fat and happy from her pussy like the end of her thumb.

Not that Lois had seen her pussy, lately. Not without three strategically placed mirrors. The reporter couldn't even see the tip of her magical cock past the swell of her belly. She had only vague recollections of what her feet looked like.

It had been forty weeks almost to the day since the reporter had gained the book, and according to the doctors was due any time now. A few of them had made noises about coming to a hospital, possibly inducing labor, but Lois had privately set her mind on a home birth, for a couple of reasons.

The big one sat in a custom frame of steel rods and nylon webbing, the grimoire held open with a couple of clamps. The gravid reporter had cobbled the affair together from a sex swing she had bought online and off-the-shelf parts from the hardware store. Carefully ensconced in its cradle, the book was supported, the pages wouldn't turn, and Lois could easily move it back and forth at whatever height she wished.

She waddled forward, feeling the stiffness of the cock she couldn't see. The grimoire was open, the demon's crimson cunt on full display. It had been looking puffy lately, though the reporter wasn't sure if that was her own imagination, or if on some infernal plane the diabolical succubus was actually gaining weight.

Serves her right, Lois thought, reflecting on the changes her own body had gone through. Her breasts ached and nipples had darkened, areolae gone extremely puffy, but other than that her "girls" hadn't grown much. Most of the weight she had gained seemed to go to her hips, thighs, and ass, giving the reporter a slightly bottom-heavy appearance, although she had managed to avoid developing a second chin or any actual cellulite.

Lois Lane tested the pussy's wetness with two fingers. Not that she'd ever found it dry, but the reporter had a degree of affection for the well-used slit that she had fucked and been fucked by so often the last ten months.

Now, however, it was time to induce labor. Lois could already feel the pains shooting through her body, contractions seven or eight minutes apart. But if what she had planned was going to work, then the book was going to have to give birth tonight as well.

Grabbing the swing with one hand and reaching under her belly to grasp her raging hard-on, the reporter carefully worked to marry the two together. Because of the swollen stomach, the swing had to go rather lower than she was used to, but it was only the work of a moment to feel the wet, silken folds engulf the head of her preternatural prick.

The pregnant woman sighed in contentment, knees slightly bent, moving the book back and forth on her prick with her arms, letting the swing do as much of the work as possible. As the demon's pregnancy had advanced, Lois had noticed that the pussy was getting tighter. She knew, intellectually, that she couldn't poke the baby's head or anything like that, but it felt like the weight of a bloated womb was pressing down on her cock, and Lois loved how tight it was.

She huffed, feeling her own bundle of joy move inside of her, body cramping as the contractions drew closer together, slowly but surely. Lois had hoped, after all these weeks, that her and the demon would be synched...but there had been no sign that the book-pussy was going into labor yet. But she had read that sex could trigger a smooth labor...

The gravid reporter puffed, pumping her cock harder, hand moving down the page to rub the swollen scarlet clitoris. She could feel the hot hole respond to her ministrations, pussy drooling. Lois grinned to think about how stained the page had become during their frequent bouts of sex, although so far the vellum seemed very durable, and she didn't doubt that it could still be of service for years...decades...centuries...

Something thumped her pounding cock, and all Lois could think of was the baby in the demon's belly, her magical cock breaching the barriers between dimensions, the touch of her "father's" prick sensed in that hellish womb and prompting a response. And as Lois felt the crimson gash spasm and squeeze, she let loose with a heavy load, the fiery burst of seed traveling the length of her temporary cock, exploding out of the tip to drench the mouth of that overstuffed womb.

Lois paused to catch her breath, stomach and hips aching, baby in her belly active and moving. A part of her hoped that this demon Blaze had enjoyed it...the book-pussy certainly felt wet enough. Too wet, if anything.

The pregnant woman looked down to see clear liquid flowing over her dick, and realized, belatedly, what was happening.

"Her water's broken," Lois whispered. "She's going into labor!"

Immediately, the gravid reporter pulled her cock out of the fresh-fucked cunt, and with a small relaxation of part of her mind released the spell. Her cock shriveled and shrunk, no more than an oversized clit once again...and Lois Lane left the book in the swing as she went to fetch towels and water, knowing her own contractions were speeding up, time drawing near.

When the reporter went into the hospital, an hour after midnight, she would be carrying two newborn babes, alike enough to be twins—and would tell the attending physician with all honesty that she had given birth at home.