Epilogue: Leaking

"...so it turns out that Amazons don't use condoms," Clark whispered to Angelica Blaze Lane. The demon, who looked fairly dapper in her tuxedo, nodded at the floor.

"Hold that thought, Kryptonian. This should be worth watching."

On the dance floor, Lois Lane stood in her dress. The white frills almost hid the swell of her stomach, but nothing could hide the swell of her breasts, which hung on her like a pir of egg-shaped basketballs. The dress had to be let out, which gave her a terrific cleavage. The reporter held the bouquet in her hands.

Behind her, women in their dresses stood ready. Supergirl was in a purple gown, Wonder Woman in a white toga with a purple cape, Power Gurl in a peach-colored dress with a purple cape...the merely human women like Lucy Lane instinctively gave these three their space.

The bride's hand went up...the flowers were in the air...

A vicious elbow sent Supergirl sprawling, half-flying and half-falling. Power Girl cried out in pain as Diana's foot caught her instep, and then the Amazon's calves bunched and she launched herself in the air to catch the bouquet at the top of its arc.

She landed on her feet, heels almost cracking the surface of the dance floor, and she glared at the women, superhuman and mortal, to see if anyone dared challenge her for their ownership.

No one did.

The princess of the Amazons cast her eyes on Clark Kent, and gave him a thin-lipped smile. The reporter grinned back.

There was polite clapping all around, and Lois and Diana walked back to the head table.

"...don't want to get a reduction, but my back and shoulders are killing me. If I wasn't eighteen weeks pregnant I'd try steroids, but for right now, all I can do is try and keep up with the weightlifting and muddle through." Lois finished as they sat back down. Her chair had to be set back further from the table; there was over a foot of cleavage between the reporter's mouth and the plate.

"You're so fortunate, to be having twins," Wonder Woman said as she sat down next to Clark Kent. "I hope we are so fortunate."

"Well, if at first you don't succeed," the pregnant bride said. "You can always try again."

She said it just to see the blush that spread over Superman's cheeks. He pushed his glasses to his nose. Next to him, Diana grinned widely.

"No harm in trying," he managed...at which Blaze laughed.

The reception petered out. The newylwed couple were feted and escorted to their limo. Checked into the hotel. Finally to undress...

"Oh goddammit," Lois Lane moaned. "Why didn't anybody tell me I was leaking the whole fucking time!?"

The pads that Lois had packed around her nipples were soaked through, and there were wet circles on the dress itself.

"It's not in any of the photos, love," Angelica said as she helped Lois out of the dress. "Wasn't really dripping until we got in the car. Come on, lean over the tub..."

The reporter gripped the crossbar. Her fat, soft tits hung down nearly as far as her stomach...and at 18 weeks pregnant with twins, Lois was really starting to show now.

Blaze slid in behind her, the human guise melting away so that it was scarlet hands that gripped the reporter's soft, pale tits. No sooner had Blaze's fingers circles and squeezed around the vast brown areolae than milk dribbled out of the pregnant reporter's ducts.

"Who's my little milk cow?" Angelica Blaze-Lane cooed as she griped her wife's tits. The reporter moaned as Angie gently but firmly squeezed one and then the other, tugging the breasts away from her, letting the white milk splatter into the tub below.

The rigid length of Blaze's cock slipped between the reporter's legs. In the last few weeks, Lois Lane's thighs had thickened, so that any gap that once existed there was gone...and now the hard, rigid red prick was squeezed between the soft columns of warm flesh.

"It seems such a waste," Blaze whispered into her wife's ear. "Here...let me help you..."

The red grip shifted on Lois Lane's left tit. It wobbled and Lois hissed as the hand lifted it up, toward her face...and the tit was so big now, that it pulled at the skin under the reporter's armpits, and the stiff brown nipple, rivulets of milk leaking hovered in front of her face...and Lois needed no further inducement to open her mouth and latch on.

How to describe the sensation of sucking your own tit? Of the warm milk flowing in your mouth? Lois Lane shivered and her legs bent so that her knees pressed against the edge of the tub...and that was when her spouse slipped her cock into the reporter's fat pussy.

"I know I don't say this often enough," Blaze said soberly. "But I don't know what my life would be like without you. I don't mean just the sex, I mean...you are my everything."

The demonic dick plunged forward, the right hand squeezed hard and streams of milk sprayed out.

"And I will make love to you until the day you die."