Epilogue: Meet The Parents

Lois Lane smoothed her skirt. She'd had to strap the cock to her leg with a belt; there was nothing else for it. With a skirt that dropped below the knee, standing or sitting still, she could look normal. In the mirror, she tried on a smile.

"You look fine," Lana Lang said from the kitchen. There was the bang and clatter of dishes. Lois went to help, but then the doorbell rang, and she hurried to answer that.

Mr. and Mrs. Lang stood in the hall outside of Lois and Lana's apartment. He was tall, with a farmer's tan, brown hair going to grey, eyes tired, stiff in his Sunday best suit. She was shorter, wider, with hair a few shades paler than Lana's, in a blue gingham dress and a small clutch of pearls at her throat. Lois felt her smile widen slightly.

"You must be Lana's parents. I'm Lois, please come in..."

Lana emerged from the kitchen. She wasn't showing yet—it had only been four weeks—but after the mother hugged her daughter she held her back, looked her up and down...and raised an eyebrow. Both of the parents caught sight of the ring on their daughter's finger.

"Mr. Lang," Lois said. "Can I get you a beer?"

"Yes, thank you," he said stiffly.

The table was set; Lois had dug out the good china and silverware, the crystal glasses she never used. There was a roast ham, and chunks of fried pineapple; potatoes and thick gravy, rolls and butter and greenbeans. Late in the meal, Lana excused herself to go check on the pies in the oven.

"I see you've proposed," Mr. Lang began.

"Yes," Lois said, her hands beneath the table, wiping sweaty palms on her skirt.

"She's with child," Mrs. Lang added.

"It's too soon for a test," Lois said, "but yes, we think so."

"I don't..." Mr. Lang stopped. "I know you do not need my approval, for such a lifestyle, but I didn't raise my daughter to..."

"Mr. Lang. Sir," Lois interrupted. "The thing is...um..."

Lana took her time with the pies. Lois Lane gave a tastefully edited version of events at the club—leaving out all of the sex, all mentions of demons and magic.

"...so please be assured, I never quite expected to find myself in this situation. With a penis, I mean. In love with another woman. Child maybe on the way. But I do love your daughter, and I want to do the right thing by her."

The dickgirl put as much earnestness into those last words as she could. She meant them, too, and she knew that Lana's parents meant the world to her.

Mr. Lang took a long sip of beer. He sighed.

"Used to be simple. Boy meets girl. Not all these superheroes and aliens and superscience apps and whatnot. Gets to be I can't use my own darn phone half the time."

Mrs. Lang reached out and patted Lois on the hand.

"Well, I think it's a relief. I thought you were one of those trans folks they're always talking about on Fox news."

Mentally, Lois winced.

"Mom!" Lana came back in, oven mitts on her hands, bearing apple pie. "I told you not to talk about that, you know it's not right nowadays..."

Mother and daughter began to fuss. Lois and Mr. Lang shared a glance and reached for their beers. There was a small clink of brown glass on brown glass, and he gave his future dickgirl-in-law a rare smile. Lois found herself returning it gratefully. Maybe, in the end, this would all work out.

"...we've got the wedding planned for next month, I shouldn't be showing too much by then." Lana said after dinner, as her parents were putting on their coats and hats.

Mrs. Lang raised an eyebrow. "Lana, honey, you know twins skip a generation in our family. And your great-aunt had triplets."

Lana's smile took on the sort of monkey-panic display of teeth that Lois Lane's had earlier in the evening.

"I'm just saying..."

Hugs, kisses, firm handshakes. The door closed. Lois and Lana sagged against each other in stark relief.

There were dishes to be done, leftovers to put away. But Lana dragged Lois over to the couch. Lois reached down and untied her cock from her leg, letting the unruly dick spring free...and Lana was already pulling up her dress.

Unsurprisingly, the pregnant woman was wearing an adult diaper...although not for the reasons most would. It wasn't incontinence that was the issue, it was how much natural lubrication her gigantic pussy produced; the diapers were the only thing that kept Lana from leaving a slime trail on days when she was randy...or stressed....

Lois plopped down on the couch. With both hands, she pointed her cock upwards, letting the round, smooth tip rub up against that fat, protruding pussy. Lana tucked her skirt up under her chin.

"Don't tease me," she said, sinking down on the couch with one knee on either side of her fiance's. "I need this."

The dickgirl didn't complain. She never got tired of seeing those big, thick pink folds of Lara's labia stretch to take the fat tree-trunk that sprouted from between Lois's legs. At full mast, Lois Lane's cock seemed half as thick as her thighs...and when it slipped in half way, the reporter would have to grab her future spouse's hips and pull her down onto the shaft, forcing Lana to groan, eyes rolling back inside her head as she was filled like nothing and nobody could be...

It also gave the reporter a clear view of Lana's stomach. She cocked her head to the side, trying to remember what Lana had looked like when they had first met.

"You know...you are starting to show a little..."

Lana Lang's hands came down on the reporter's shoulders.

"Lois Lane, are you telling me I'm fat?"

"No, no!" Lois said, pulse racing, hoping she hadn't fucked up after finally meeting her parents.

"Because if that is the case," Lana said, squeezing those internal cunt muscles. "I'm going to have to do a lot of exercise to burn it off. Maybe I'll just ride your fat fucking prick all night!"

"Noooo-o-o-o..." Lois pantomimed, unable to keep a smile off her face.

All was well. Though in the back of her mind, Lois couldn't help wonder about what Mrs. Lang had said about twins skipping a generation...