Epilogue: In The Family Way

"I'm sure there are laws against bigamy in Kansas," Power Girl fiddled with her wedding dress. It had been Supergirl's, but they'd had to let out the bust a little.

"Kansas, yes," Lois El-Lane affirmed. "But Kryptonese culture allows plural marriage. They were called 'affection groups.'"

"Besides," Kara told her her time-lost alternate-self, soon to be co-wife. "You look so beautiful in it."

The gravid Superwoman wore only a simple white swath of clothe to hold in her massive milkers, and a long loin-cloth that reached to her ankles. It would sweep the floor, if she wasn't flying an inch above it. Her massive belly was bare, looking all the more massive on her space frame—Power Girl could still see her ribs, no spare fat at all except in Kara's overdeveloped breasts. Lois had opted for a black toga number, simple yet elegant. All three women wore matching red capes.

Superboy, Con-El, had arrived in the afternoon, dressed in his civvies. He had offered his best wishes, and was taking Ma Kent to Titans Tower for a few days while the women "got acquainted" as he put it. Weddings weren't his scene. Clark called on the Justice League communicator—a volcanic eruption in the Pacific. He wished them his best.

They had the whole farm to themselves.

But the actual ceremony was held in the master bedroom, which Ma and Pa Kent had shared for so many decades. They stood in a triangle, each holding hands.

"I, Kara Zor-L," Power Girl began the final oath, heart fluttering, "do agree to join my gene-line to the House of El-Lane, to bond myself with them and no others, to continue and increase the traditions and dignity of that House, so help me Rao."

"Then you are welcome in our hearts, Kara L-Lane," Lois and the other Kara responded.

They raised their hands above their heads and leaned in for a three-way kiss, tongues touching, moving over and against each other for a moment, then breaking apart.

"That was a little New Age-y," Power Girl admitted.

"Well, the oath is important," the gravid Superwoman insisted.

"But it isn't over until your genetic matrix is primed," Lois winked. "On Krypton, that was largely down in a birthing matrix, but here on Earth..."

"Oh, I know," Power Girl blushed. "How do you...uh..."

"No need to be bashful," Lois said, reaching out to undo her new wife's cape. "I know you're not wearing underwear beneath that dress." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "None of us are."

Lois undressed by the simple method of pulling her toga up and off of her body, revealing her already erect penis. Kara guided the soon-to-be Power Woman to lie down on the bed, legs spread. The pregnant woman carefully folded the skirt up to reveal the older blonde's pussy. At Lois Lane's request, she hadn't shaved, leaving her mound covered in a golden stubble.

The other-dimensional Kryptonian quivered as the reporter ran her fingers up and down those thighs, massaging them hard. On Lois' small frame, the eight-inch cock looked obscenely long. The dark-haired dickgirl knelt between her new wife's legs, tongue running over her pussy once from top to bottom before pushing the hot, wet muscle deep inside.

Hands slipped in through the "boob window" on the wedding dress. Small, slim hands that pulled the superheroine's impressive udders out, squeezing and stroking them. The pregnant wife floated above, squeezing blue eyes fascinated by the little pink nipples, the firmness...

"I always wondered what they felt like," Kara whispered to her not-quite-other-self. "Did you ever dream of us?"

"W-when Clark told me. I...I masturbated all night," Power Girl whispered. "It turned me on so much, the idea of you...you two..."

Lois raised her head, chin sticky. "You too, Karen. Soon."

The reporter moved her hips forward, rubbing the head of her Kryptonian cock against the stubble-covered pussy, enjoying the different texture."You want it, don't you? Want to feel my cock inside you. See your udders swell and belly bulge..."

"Yes," Kara L-Lane panted. The floating superwoman teased and twisted her hard nipples. "Do it! Knock me up!"

Power Girl was no virgin. Yet the cock that slid inside of her tight channel might as well have been her first. The girth spread her farther than any other cock had. The length speared deeper within. And while she knew she could take it, that her Kryptonian physiology could take a dicking that no human woman could survive, there was something about the dickgirl's Kryptonian prick that just felt right. Like it completed her.

Kara L-Lane through back her head...and the Superwoman took that opportunity to lower her pregnant pussy over the other blonde's face, pressing her wet slit down to her mouth, the Power Girl's tongue instinctively seeking out and finding the Superwoman's cunt...all while Lois plowed forward, staring at her pregnant wife's humongous hanging tits, the magnificent dome of her belly, and below it their new spouse's generous tits.

"Fuck, what a sight!" Lois huffed. "Makes me so hard! Both of you are so hot!"

She buried her shaft in the unimpregnated woman, sliding her hands up to the hips, right below the waistline of the dress, as if imagining the buxom blonde's belly bulging with life.

"Is it good?" Kara asked, leaning her head down to watch Lois' face. "Is it like mine?"

"D-different. You're tighter...she's...so wet...so strong...sucking my cock in...I'm...I'm ready to cum already."

"Do it. Breed her," Superwoman planted a kiss on Lois' sweating forehead. "Make her our co-wife."

Lois El-Lane grunted, hard and deep, pushing her hips as hard as she could as she ejaculated into Power Girl's fertile depths for the first time in the evening. The pregnant woman's lips found hers.

Kara L-Lane licked her wife's pussy, jittery ecstatic as she felt the hot seed pump into her, cunt muscles striving to milk that superdick for all the Kryptonian cum it could. Her body seemed to know what to do. She almost swore she could hear a faint "pop" as her ovaries released an egg, though that was probably imagination.

And she wondered how much paperwork would be involved in legally changing her name.

Goodbye, Karen Starr, the blonde thought. Hello, Karen L. Lane!