Epilogue: Lois Lane, Pregnant Pothead

Early in the morning. Rise up to my feet...

Lois Lane's hand slammed onto the alarm, cutting off Bradley Nowell in mid-sentence. Her hands found the blunts that Ivy had rolled the night before, put one to her lips, and lit up. She drew the smoke into her lungs and held it. Maybe it was just her imagination, but the lurching in her stomach seemed to die down. The pregnant reporter let it out in a grey stream.

It was the morning sickness that did it. It had struck Lois hard...she was vomiting constantly, dehydrating, it was starting to affect her teeth...she was losing weight. So Ivy had brought home some samples from work, and told her that it helped with morning sickness...Harley had actually rolled her first blunt.

Now, Lois was putting on weight again. The marijuana made the morning sickness manageable. The reporter leaned back on the edge of the bed, looking at the slight swell in her stomach. Took another drag. Of course, there were side effects...

There was a burst of flame from the kitchen, followed by the delicious smell of burning bacon. Eggs. Pancakes. Coffee.

Lois didn't bother to dress at home these days. Naked, she padded on bare feet to the kitchen. Harley was wearing an apron and nothing else, putting out the small grease fire with a fire extinguisher. Breakfast was already on the table. The reporter took the joint out of her mouth to kiss her pregnant girlfriend...co-wife...lover...and then sat down to tuck in.

Early in the mornings, Ivy would be out in her greenhouse, tending the plants. Harley rose before dawn to do her exercises. Sometimes Lois tried to join her, but the reporter couldn't keep up, not even with Harle's less-intense pregnancy routine. So she tended to sleep in, on days when she didn't have to go into the office early.

The weed stoked Lois Lane's appetite, and Harley made breakfasts designed for Olympic athletes that were intending to burn a lot more calories than Lois did during a normal day. So Lois wasn't terribly surprised to see that she'd gone from one **** to another, now that she was partaking of marijuana regularly. Not that she was obese, but she had put on five pounds in the last week.

Ivy came in. Her work schedule started at noon. Harley's modeling job was this afternoon. That gave them this morning to play.

Lois seated herself at the table. Green vines slid up around the chair legs. The pregnant reporter didn't resist as they wrapped around her arms and legs, binding her to her seat. In front of her, plate after plate of breakfast steamed...

"Morning love," Ivy's hands found the reporter's shoulders, and started to rub. "Ready for your morning feeding?"

"Famished," Lois said.

Harley smiled wide as she started to cut up the pancakes...drowned them with maple syrup, confectioner's sugar, sweet butter...all those lovely, lovely calories. Lois sucked hard, the joint burning down to a nub, which Ivy pulled away before it burned her lips.

A great wavering spoonful of spongy pancake swooped toward Lois Lane.

"Here comes the airplane," Harley said. "Oh no! The Twin Towers!"

Lois laughed...and the spoon slid into her open mouth. The pregnant reporter's lips closed over it, sucked the mouthfull off, chewed and swallowed.

They took turns. It was a game. Lois ate, feeling herself filling up, bite after bite. Harley would steal a bit, but compared to Lois she ate like a bird. An instinctive calorie-counter. Yet Lois knew that they wouldn't stop, not until every last bite was in the reporter's belly. Until her stomach distended, swollen with food and the baby...and Ivy would stand behind her and rub the reporter's growing belly with her CBD oils, which she claimed helped prevent stretch marks, and grope Lois Lane's breasts...

It was so weird for her, to be this focus of their attention. Not to be able to give back...but Lois enjoyed it. She didn't care how thick her thighs got, or if her ass blew up. That hadn't happened yet, but if she kept up this way...

"Ugh..." Lois groaned, after Harley wiped up the last syrup-damp bite and stuffed it into the reporter's mouth. Her stomach was aching, visibly distended from her meal. Ivy's hands were pinching at ther sides, her lips kissing at the reporter's shoulder.

Without unbinding her, the women leaned the reporter in her chair back and laid her down on her back. Harley dropped in a squat over her lover's face. Lois could smell her cunt, strong and salty. Harleqy hadn't showered after her workout.

"C'mon babe," Harley said. "Don't forget dessert!"

Lois opened her mouth wide as her lover dropped her pregnant pussy down. Ivy's fingers were rubbing between the reporter's legs.

This wasn't every day...it couldn't be. THey had their jobs, their fights, their rough spots. But when they came together...the reporter sucked on her lover's pussy, her stomach absolutely stuffed, and she felt sleepy and pleasant and just...good.

This was the high life.