Epilogue: Indescribable

Lois Lane stared at herself in the mirror and ran her hand over her swollen midsection. The pillow she had stuffed under her shirt wasn't anything like the real thing, but it helped her imagine what it might be like...her bare legs extended out of the shirt as she pushed out her midsection. Wondered how big she was going to get.

Blaze slid in behind the reporter. Her cock hotdogged between the reporter's bare ass cheeks, her sharp chin pressed into Lois' shoulder. Those pure white eyes stared at their reflection in the mirror.

"What are you up to, sweetmeat?" The scarlet succubus said.

"Just...trying to get used to the idea. Of being pregnant. Maybe. Thinking how big I'll get. What it'll be like." The reporter said.

"Still too soon for a test, isn't it?"

"Yes," Lois said. She lifted the bottom of her shirt, and let the pillow fall out.

"Hmm. Well, if you're curious...I could show you," Blaze said.

Lois blinked. "What?"

Blaze's hands grabbed the reporter's arms at the elbow.

"Stand still. Stare straight ahead," the demon said, her voice dropped to a whisper. "Watch."

Lois Lane stared at her reflection...and for a few moments, she saw nothing different. Her own violet eyes stared back at her. The pale, white, long-sleeve button-down shirt hung limp over her small breasts, her naked legs beneath. Nothing changed...and then the reporter's eyes narrowed. The hem of the shirt rose a little...millimeter by millimeter, exposing more of her thighs...and the reporter quickly saw why.

There was a bump.

The shirt, which had hung almost straight down from her chest, now was pushed out slightly from within. The reporter almost dared not breathe, yet the longer she stared, the more obvious it became. Unable to tear her eyes away, the reporter noted absently that her reflection's dark hair was now almost an inch longer...and growing.

Blaze's fingers shifted in their grip. Lois could feel how hard the demon was, the head of the cock a wet spot against her back. The bulge slowly grew and grew...not just larger, but more distinct. Lois could see the fabric start to pull at the buttons, the distended abdomen grew rounder, more noticeably gravid. The more it grew, the higher the bottom of the shirt rose.

As it rose high enough to bare her pussy, Lois noticed other changes. The thighs were thicker. The face a bit softer. Her breasts, never really noticeable before, were now pressed against the shirt, the darker nipples prominent behind the white fabric. Lois wished right then she could reach up and undo the top button, to see what she looked like with cleavage, but Blaze held her tightly...and then some threshold was reached.

The stomach stood out as though Lois had swallowed a watermelon whole...and as the shirt rode up over the protuberant stomach, Lois could see the dark line that extended from her crotch up toward where the navel should be. The skin revealed was shiny, smooth, taut, crisscrossed by the white lightning scars of stretch marks...and the top of her shirt was deformed as her breasts seemed to balloon and creep over the top of her stomach.

The white shirt, which had fit so well before, was now obviously too small. The white buttons hung on for dear life, the fabric pulling at them, and the great swollen tits had damp spots where the dark nipples pressed against the overstretched fabric. Lois shook, unable to even imagine how pregnant she was...it had to be more than triplets, she had to be full term, but the stomach and breasts and her whole body kept growing and growing...

...until a white button burst off the front of the shirt and slammed into the mirror with an audible CRACK.

Lois Lane blinked. She breathed hard as she stared into the mirror, which aside from the spiderweb crack, showed her regular reflection.

"It looks like," Blaze said, after a moment. "We might be expecting multiples."