Epilogue: It All Happens As Blaze Said It Would

The shirt barely covered her nipples. Lois could feel the air on her underboobs, her bare arms, the round little potbelly of her stomach. Not that anyone looked at her stomach, not when her tits would fill a 36J bra, provided she would wear a bra...which Lois wouldn't do. She liked to let the girls hang free, no matter how many "accidents" and "wardrobe malfunctions" she had.

There was a smile on her face as she rubbed her ass against Bruce's crotch on the dance floor. No one could take their eyes off the bimbo with the long black hair streaked with blonde, the dick-sucking lips, the huge ass barely contained in her booty-shorts that clearly outlined her cameltoe...and if she had a little baby belly, well, the men were jealous of whoever was hitting that.

Elsewhere in the club, the others were moving. Richard Grayson and Jason Todd were making their move tonight. Lois didn't understand the plan, but she knew her boys were counting on her to make a distraction...and that was exactly what she was going to do.

The frenetic beat dropped. Lois straightened up, arched her back as she leaned against the tall man with the broad-muscled chest behind her. She rested her head on his shoulder as her mouth found Bruce's...her arms went up and over to cradle his head as their tongues met, bodies swaying slowly on the dance floor. His big hands roamed up and down her body to squeeze her fat tits, to cradle her belly...and finally to reach down and tug at the waistband of her cut-off shorts until her shaved labia could be seen hanging out from either side of the crotch...

"Time to give them a show," he whispered.

The zipper came down. The beat picked up. She could feel his cock trapped in his pants between the cheeks of her naked ass as she let the shorts slide to the floor. The crowd started to move around them, phones out, recording. He pulled her off of him, and she spun around on her three-inch heels and dropped into a squat...legs spread so everyone could see her eyes, the dripping cleft of her cunny...as she pulled his zipper down with her teeth, hands pulled at his pants, and then he popped free...

There was a roar of appreciation from the crowd as Bruce Wayne's big cock slapped her in the face.

Then she was on it, with practiced eased and terrible, frantic eagerness. When Lois Lane had a cock in her mouth, she could think of little else. Half by instinct and half by muscle memory, she slurped and sucked. He grabbed the back of her head, like she liked it, and **** her forward until she was gagging with the dick buried in her throat, her nose pressed against those hard, sculpted abs...

...and dimly, Lois could remember when she had to be on the bimbo **** to feel like this. Except as the weeks of her undercover work had stretched into months, and her period still hadn't come, and her stomach swelled, Lois had found she needed more and more of the **** to achieve "bimbo time"...and needed it less and less. Her boys took care of her, gave her money, saw to her needs; and she saw to their needs as well. Lois had started to remember things from her time under the ****, and though she was much dimmer than she used to be, she had also found there was no embarrassment at it

Just as Blaze had said, the pregnancy was slowly undoing the worst mental effects of the ****, but even if the Daily Planet's greatest reporter still had the figure of a bimbo, she was a slut, not a whore. A bimbo slut for the Batman and his allies...and she didn't know whose baby she was carrying and didn't care. Neither did they.

Bruce pulled her face off his dick, her swollen lips distending as she sucked hard at his thick pucker...and he turned her around. With a lecherous smile, Lois Lane bent over and grabbed her ankles...and there was a deep moan on the dance floor as his cock slid into her dripping twat.

Lois grinned at the crowd and moaned as Bruce bottomed out inside of her, as though he was saying hello to the baby. Cameras flashed, but with the makeup she was wearing and the domino mask, nobody would recognize her...not that she cared. The boys had told her what to do and Lois did it. All she cared about was getting fucked...and there was something so freeing in that. She could think but she didn't have to. Being a bimbo was just instinct now. To go with the flow, to let her big tits swing out from her too-small shirt, to feel that hard cock, hard for her, gouge her cunny like the very first time she had begged and wheedled and almost **** herself on him, back when it took a handful of little pink pills to get her tits this swollen...

Somewhere up above, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd had pulled on their masks and quietly dealt with Blaze's security. The demon herself was out of town on a **** deal in Gotham...except the buyer, Matches Malone, was going to be a no-show. Instead, she would find herself trapped in a warehouse with the Marvel Family and Superman, as the Bat-boys ransacked her files up above.

Bruce's hands grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. His hips jerked and pounded in exaggerated movements that made her bubble butt ripple...they looked rougher than they were. Drew enough attention that security guys were fighting their way through the crowd, and some of the ladies nearby were grinding on their men, letting them paw at them...Lois moan turned into a scream as Bruce pinched her fat nipples between his great callused thumbs and forefingers...

The lights went out, just according to plan. Bruce didn't even both to pull her pants up, just pulled his dick out of her dripping twat and hustled her off the dance floor. She could see thanks to the nightvision optics built into her mask. Lois was glad Bruce had thought of that. The bimbo reporter didn't know what she would do if he hadn't decided to do the thinking for her. She rubbed her swollen stomach as they left through the firedoor. The motorcycle was there in the alley, and Lois didn't even bother to put on pants before she climbed up behind Bruce. His cum leaked out onto the seat, and she knew Alfred would sigh when he saw the mess...but the old man wouldn't mind.

He never missed his turn, during the post-mission "briefings."

They sped off onto the night. Lois held on tight, her naked ass cold, her pregnant stomach pressed against Bruce's spine. She knew that without the ****, as the pregnancy went on, more and more of the "old Lois" would come back. A part of her wondered briefly if she would hate what she had become...the ridiculous udders, the way the Bat Family used her whenever they wanted. Then the vibrations of her engine ran up through the seat as Bruce applied the gas, and Lois Lane wasn't thinking of anything at all except the way her cum-filled cunt throbbed and shook...