Epilogue: Inside and Out

"Open wide and stick out your tongue."

Lois did. The scarlet stain had spread over her upper lip, now. Sometimes the pregnant reporter caught her reflection in the mirror and thought she looked like a sated vampire, or like she had a Kool-Aid stain. It was that bright red, that vivid against her pale skin. She could even see the little blue veins beneath the surface, running from the pale skin to the crimson, and back again.

"When did you notice the changes to your dentition?" Dr. Mid-Nite asked, turning off the light he'd been shining into her mouth.

"After the...stain...crept up over my lips. I just ran my tongue over them one day and thought my canines felt sharper...bigger." The reporter felt a rumble within her abdomen and instinctively pressed a hand to it. Felt something shift inside of her...a hand, a foot?...and then it settled back down. The quadruplets fighting for space.

"Anything else out of the ordinary?" He asked. She couldn't tell, really, because his eyes were hidden behind those dark glasses, even in the dim office, but something in his voice was coldly, clinically neutral. The kind of voice that was hiding something.

"I had real bad heartburn the other week," the reporter offered. "Figured it was just something I ate. My appetite lately has...ballooned. Like, six meals a day."

"Hmmm," he said. "Take off your shirt, please."

Lois hesitated. "I'm...I'm not wearing a bra. I...outgrew the last one. It was cutting into my skin and causing a rash."

He paused, nodded his head. "Nothing I haven't seen before Mrs. Lane."

She didn't want to correct him. At this point, it was a little late to think about marriage. With care, Lois lifted up the top half of the burqa...there was nothing else she could wear safely in public...mindful of the giant, flabby monsters her once pert breasts had become. They were half the size of her head now, and rested on her belly, the areolas stretched out of shape to almost formlessness. The nipples were a dark purple-grey, and had thickened up considerably in the last month or so. Lois thought she might start giving milk soon, although it was still early.

The doctor's cool, skilled hands placed the stethoscope to Lois Lane's back. Listening intently. When he asked her to, she breathed in, and then out. In the cool air, her nipples started to stiffen up. She could smell his cologne, something old-fashioned, spicy, with a hint of citrus. A part of her was keenly aware of his cock, buried in his pants. Wondered what it would look like...and felt, to her embarrassment, a touch of wetness between her legs. Even a slight breeze would get her going these days, even with Angie's attentions.

He moved around to her front, oblivious to her little moment. The stethoscope was cold against her breastbone. She couldn't tell, with the glasses, but she almost thought he blinked several times.

"I think," he said at last, moving away. "We're going to have to do a more holistic test."

"What is it?" Lois asked. "Something wrong?"

"There are some abnormalities. However, as this is a very abnormal pregnancy and condition, I hesitate to say that there is anything wrong." Dr. Mid-Nite paused, as if gathering his thoughts. "You must understand, Mrs. Lane, that while you call it a 'stain,' the changes to your body are much more than skin deep. You are being changed inside and out. I believe part of your increased appetite is to fuel these additional changes. But for safety, we'll need to do a more thorough analysis."

He took a deep breath, and let it out. "Please disrobe and step into the probulator."

The probulator turned out to be something very similar to one of those full-body scanners at the airport...except more advanced in every conceivable way, and run by someone with multiple degrees in medicine and science. The reporter felt oddly more comfortable in the nude in front of him than she had been half-clothed. She couldn't see how far down the stain spread, although Angie had told her it hadn't quite reached her ankles yet...and it hadn't crept up to her wrists just yet, though Lois still needed to wear full sleeves whenever she went out.

A mechanical arm swung in a slow, steady, 360-degree access around her. Colored lights played on her skin, representing the combination of radar, sonar, and whatever else was creating a multispectral image of the reporter's body...and Lois grimaced to think that this thing was taking her weight as well. She knew that she'd put on nearly twenty pounds in the last four weeks, a total of fifty-five pounds from her starting weight. By the time the pregnancy was finished, Lois had little doubt she'd break the two-hundred pound mark...but she wasn't fat, exactly. Most of the weight was in her belly and breasts, slightly thicker thighs and ass, wider hips, but she wasn't getting a second chin yet, or bing flaps under her arms.

"Ah," the doctor said. "Yes. You have several new redundant organs...I see a two-chamber secondary heart, an extra pair of kidneys, a rudimentary liver...and there have been some quite unexpected changes to your reproductive system."

"Are the babies okay?" Lois asked, suddenly tense.

A pause.

"Yes," he said at last. "However, I did warn you that this was a highly magical pregnancy, and that it doesn't always play by the rules?"

Lois Lane went straight from the door to the apartment to the freezer. There was a gallon of ice cream there with her name on it, and she was going to eat the whole thing. It was a bad habit, she knew, but when she was upset she just needed something in her mouth. Dr. Mid-Nite had warned her about the dangers of high blood pressure and gestational diabetes, but with the other news he had dropped on her...

"Babe?" Angie said, closing the door behind her. "You have said anything all the way how from the clinic. Is everything okay?"

The reporter turned and looked at the demon, still in her human form.

"He found...eight heartbeats. In addition to mine," she said. "I'm...really, really pregnant."

The pants that Angie Blaze were wearing were old, stained, ripped and faded. At the best of times, they were held in place along her thin waist with a babypin where the top button should be.

A pin that burst , the wire bent out of shape, unable to contain the pressure of the swollen cock behind it. Lois stared at the familiar sight of Blaze's rigid purple-headed pecker as the black jeans fell to the ground around her ankles.

"S-sorry," the demon lied, fighting to keep a smile off her face. "That's just...ah...grat news."

Lois raised an eyebrow. The ice cream temporarily forgotten. Right now she wanted a taste of her favorite lolly.

Pulling off the burqa, Lois carefully lowered herself onto her knees.

"Angie?" She said, big purple eyes blinking up at the demon. The red stain was just below the pregnant woman's nostrils. "I...want you to think about something while I'm sucking your cock, okay?"

"Okay?" Blaze said, willing, at that moment, to entertain anything and everything.

"Maybe we could...get married. Before the kids come. I know it's old-fashioned and all that, but I....I want to suck my wife's cock!"

Which wasn't how Lois Lane intended to end that sentence, but she'd already lowered her mouth over the meat pole, sighing in contentment at the familiar taste of her lover's precum, both hands working the shaft. She didn't want to deep throat it, not right now, she just wanted to jerk that big fucking cock off into her mouth so she could taste all that precious seed...great pendulous tits heaving, scarlet as ripe tomatoes, her belly bumping into Blaze's knees...sucking that cock with the single-minded determination of a pregnant woman.

Her body had gone through so many changes...and the pregnancy wasn't over yet.