Epilogue: Large Lois

Blaze's hands grabbed the reporter's hip-folds. Her lips kissed the back-fat. Lois Lane shook on her hands and knees, her stomach resting on the bed. The cock pressed into the folds of her cunt, and each stroke set her thighs to rippling, a little shock-wave moving through her big, soft ass.

Twenty-eight weeks. Octuplets. 224 pounds. Lois Lane had more than doubled her weight since the beginning of the pregnancy...and there was still twelve weeks to go, if everything went smoothly and they didn't deliver them early. The doctor had been happy with her progress, considering that multiples were usually underweight at birth. Yet every time Lois looked in the mirror, saw the start of a second chin, felt the beginning of a pad of adipose tissue in her lower abdomen, even though the skin on her stomach was otherwise so taut and hard...she couldn't deny it, not anymore.

Lois Lane was fat.

Hard exercise was out, and it was all Lois could do to keep mobile. She couldn't reach her toes, but strove to at least keep up with some exercise. Flapping her arms. On her side, legs raised and lowered. Once a week, Angie helped her get to the pool at the health club...and that was a little bit of freedom, even if Lois felt like a cow in a moo-moo in the great black-and-white swimsuit that her wife had found her. None of it helped her lose weight, not an ounce. Not when she was still stuffing her face four times a day, with plenty of treats in the intervening hours.

"Good piggy," Blaze huffed, driving her cock deep inside the Daily Planet's fattest reporter. "Sexy mommy. Big and beautiful."

Lois pushed back, glad to feel that dick deep inside of her, the physical proof that at least one person still found her attractive. She didn't know what she would do without Angie. The demonic dickgirl would look down past her protruding stomach and tell her what the scale read. Then she would hug the obese reporter as Lois cried into her shoulder...and those scarlet hands would roam all over the reporter's soft body, grabbing handfuls of ass...hip...tits...

The dickgirl's hands slid underneath the reporter's flopping breasts. Lois was sweating like a pig, huffing and puffing at the exertion of sex. The reporter's once pert handfuls had ballooned in the last few weeks, and her wife had laughed and said that all the cake and ice-cream was going to Lois's tits...which had swelled outward, the bottom of them resting on the reporter's growing gut, the nipples getting darker and puffier...and Lois knew that as soon as she started lactating she would cry again, and call herself a cow.

Blaze squeezed the tits hard enough to make Lois gasp.

"You just have to learn to love yourself," Angie told her wife as she continued. "The doctor says you're perfectly healthy, cholesterol is within a good range, you're not diabetic. You weren't made to be a skinny little bitch forever. You're a big...beautiful...pregnant...piggy..."

Lois shuddered at the words...or maybe because she felt Angie tense up, a wet heat flooding her tunnel as her wife poured a fresh load of splooge into the reporter's fat cunt.

"You want me to be fat," the pregnant woman accused.

"I like fuller women," Angie said, kissing her wife's neck. "And you look good with some curves. Back in the old days, you would have been worshipped as an idol of fertility...given the choicest cuts of mammoth meat...men would have begged for the friendship of your thighs, women would rub your belly hoping some of your fertility would enter into them..."

"I won't..." Lois huffed, "Be this big forever. I'm going to lose this weight after pregnancy. You just...just watch..."

"Watch? Babe, I'll help," Angie let one tit drop so that she could rub the reporter's swollen stomach. "But now that you've worked up an appetite...how 'bout I bake you a nice blueberry pie..."

Lois stared down at her bloated body. One hand reached down to rest on top of Angie's. The pale pink fingers looked like sausages, in her eyes.

"With cream?" The reporter said.

"And chocolate syrup," Angie said. "Doc says you have to keep up your weight goals."

The pregnant reporter's traitorous stomach growled.

"You know I haven't cum yet," Lois said.

"Well, maybe if you eat every bite of your pie," Angie said. "I'll eat yours."

Lois sighed...and began to shift her bulky body off the bed. Cum dripped down her more thunderous thighs. She would hold the dickgirl to that promise.