Epilogue: Jimmy Steals The Camera

Lois was nursing Lily Lane. Angelica Blaze had shooed the last of the guests off, leaving the couple in their apartment. Normally baby showers happen before the birth, but needs must. Honestly, the reporter was glad that all her friends from the Daily Planet had shown up, and been so generous with baby clothes, bottles, diapers...

"Babe?" Blaze said, looking around. "Have you seen our camera?"

"What camera?" she said, as her daughter sucked hard at her nipple. It was hard to focus on anything else, when Lily latched on.

"The camera."

Lois blinked. "Oh. Oh shit."

Jimmy Olsen, the Daily Planet's photographer, admired his prize. He wasn't normally sticky-fingered, but he had to at least borrow the camera; it was clear Miss Lane and her new girlfriend couldn't appreciate what a rare find it was. It looked, superficially, like a classic Polaroid SX70, but to his trained eye he knew it was something else. There were no markings on it at all, which meant it was some kind of prototype—or maybe a bootleg—but it seemed to be functional, and it accepted the film he had.

The red-haired young man was determined to shoot a roll. These vintage instant film models were fantastic for practice with action shots...so much warmer than digital cameras. It was a bit boxy, but a roll would help him get his eye in. Then, maybe, he could plan out a better shoot...maybe do a short run booklet, photos from life...

He headed into the park, eye open for the possibilities. Kids eating ice cream, old people feeding pigeons, maybe even Superman flying overhead...and what he quickly settled on was a woman in her young twenties. Dyed black hair, a choker around her neck, pale skin and ripped black shirt that left her flat, toned stomach bare, baggy black pants...pure Goth. Jimmy licked his lips and brought the camera up, aimed, focused...

SNAP

The photo came out, and Jimmy shook it slowly as he glanced at his subject. Oddly, her stomach had looked flat and toned a moment ago, but now she looked like she was sticking out her belly a little. Quickly, he lined up and took another shot, hoping to get her before she moved.

SNAP

When Jimmy lowered the camera, she was clutching her stomach, which was definitely a bit more protuberant now. The photographer looked at his two snaps...and was surprised to see that her stomach really did look a little bigger in each photo. He grunted, confused...but then the Goth woman turned to leave the park, and he had a peach of a profile. Ready, aim, shoot...

SNAP

She was paused in her tracks now, clutching at her stomach. Jimmy wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt his heart beating faster, breathing a little harder. The toned stomach was gone. The Goth chick almost looked...pregnant. But that was impossible. Almost unconsciously, his trained hands moved, aimed, shot...

SNAP

He was looking at her when he pressed the button, and this time, despite the hundred feet or so that separated them, Jimmy could see the stomach push out against her hands. It still wasn't much...but with her tight, revealing shirt, her stomach had gone from tight and muscular to the slight pooch of a woman ten weeks pregnant in a heartbeat. Jimmy took the photo out of the camera and looked at the spread of the four shots, her belly a little bigger in each one.

It was just like the porn folder he had on his laptop at home. Pregnant women, week by week. He looked at the first photo, then up at the woman who was walking out of the park, looking shaken and nauseous. He followed behind, not too close to show that he was following her. She was passing an older woman, maybe seventy with grey hair and glasses, when he shot again, capturing both of them in one photo.

SNAP

The goth woman doubled over and puked. The older woman just kept walking. Jimmy was rock-hard in his pants. He was still feeling the rules of the camera, but it seemed clear that it worked on the goth woman...but not the other one. The photographer stalked a little closer, as the Goth woman finished vomiting and staggered away.

The sidewalks were getting crowded, but an opportunity was coming up, and it was all Jimmy could do to keep his hands from shaking. A very obviously pregnant woman was walking towards him even as the goth was walking away. The pregnant woman was in her thirties, stomach looking full-term in the stretchy maternity pants she had on, her swollen breasts resting on top of it, moving at a slow waddle. Jimmy carefully aimed...shot...

SNAP

There was a scream as the pregnant woman collapsed onto her knees. Jimmy lowered the camera, already seeing the tear in her stretchy pants as the stomach swelled past the point of no return. The goth woman turned to help her...and Jimmy could see her stomach was a little bigger as well. The obviously pregnant woman screamed that the baby was coming, and Jimmy hurried forward, stuffing the polaroids into his jacket pocket...they needed to call 911...

"Push!" the Goth woman said as Jimmy held the pregnant woman's hand.

"I...I don't understand!" the woman huffed. "I wasn't due until next week!"

Jimmy said nothing, but couldn't keep the boyish grin off his face. He was pretty sure his cock was dribbling in his pants, the magic polaroid camera hanging off his neck by its strap. He needed to do a little more experimentation...get some more film...he had just hit the big time.