Epilogue: Not Again!

"Angie, it's time to oil your belly..." Lois sang. The reporter was dressed only in her panties, clothing being pretty much optional in the house.

"No!" The demon pouted. She lay entirely naked on the bed, unmoving and unmovable.

Lois smiled. She held up a golden box.

"I have bonbons..."

The demon was pinned on her back. At twenty weeks pregnant, most women were showing. Twenty weeks pregnant with septuplets, and Blaze looked like one of those anacondas that had swallowed a whole sheep. Her belly hovered a foot and a half above her...and there was more of her to love than that, Lois knew.

The crimson thighs had swollen, ass expanding as food, inactivity, and demonic pregnant metabolism took their toll. The reporter liked to watch the cheeks jiggle as her babymama walked, loved to feel her hands sink into that meaty ass. More than that, she loved touching that big, beautiful belly.

Blaze's stern face relented as Lois came forward, the bottle of coconut oil in one hand and the box of chocolates in the other. She glowered once at her human lover, then reached out and grabbed a handful of chocolate. Lois had learned that she was a creature of passions, and while not exactly easily manipulated, she could be bribed and distracted...

Lois squeezed the oil out onto the taunt, hard belly. Blaze's navel had already popped. The scent of coconut wafted up to her. With her bare hands she began to massage the skin, admiring the way it glistened under the oil. No stretch marks, by some black miracle; the demon's regenerative abilities let her skin heal without scars despite the rapid growth.

The reporter could still hardly believe she was going to be a mom. She'd already told a few people that she was "expecting"—through her girlfriend—but the reality was really dawning on her when she touched the belly, felt the hard little bumps inside. Picturing how much bigger her lover was going to get made her wet.

Lois noticed she wasn't the only one getting excited.

Her oily hands slid down to the demon's cock and balls, slipping and sliding over the hot meat so that the drooling cock slapped against the curve of the growing belly.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Lois said, voice pitched low.

Blaze groaned around a mouthful of bonbons, but she couldn't see what Lois was doing over the horizon of her stomach. Only feel it. The reporter slid forward, pressing her crotch into the demon's lap, the hard cock rubbing against her labia.

"How 'bout it honey?" Lois huffed. "You wanna have a little fun."

The groan might have been assent or dissent. Lois grinned. She didn't really care. Sliding her pussy up, she slipped the head of the cock in...and then sat down.

They made a pair, the two of them. The demon with her bloated belly, glistening with oil. Lois with her taut, trim stomach. Joined together at the crotch. With her legs over the demon's new thunder thighs, Lois had complete control...and she pushed herself back and forth, back and forth, controlling the pace. It had been a month since they had done anything like this. A month since the demon's fat cock had stretched her cunt open, raw and unprotected. Lois grinned fiercely. It was a dangerous day...

...and eight was a nice round number.

Too late, Blaze seemed to realize the peril was in. She tried to heave herself up, but Lois was on top, the swollen stomach was in the way, and all she did was plunge her cock in deeper and harder and faster, coconut oil mixing with the reporter's pussy juices as the sensitive, cunt-starved scarlet schlong felt Lois squeeze down with all of her might.

Blaze moaned in defeat, knowing what was going to happen even as her pent-up splooge exploded deep inside Lois Lane's pussy, sending her swimmers out toward the reporter's womb, supernatural virility almost guaranteeing conception...and if not this time, then surely the next. For Lois Lane hadn't come yet, and she was already moving her sticky slit up and down the shaft, not letting it rest for a moment.

"Not again," the grossly pregnant demonic dickgirl bemoaned her destiny as the next octomom.