Epilogue: Operation Impregnate Lucy Lane

The new house was in the suburbs of Metropolis. A nice new development, in a good district. No old house problems to deal with. The house was big enough for Lois Lane, her girlfriend, and their brood—who were due any day now—and then some.

Big as she was, Lois let Angelica Blaze and Lucy Lane do most of the unpacking, once the movers had finished installing the major furniture. In fact, her sister and girlfriend insisted that Lois take it easy, the reporter gently settling her pregnant bulk into a rocker-share, the smooth dome of her belly in her lap as Blaze and Lucy stacked and unpacked boxes.

There was a certain unease between woman and dickgirl. An air of guilt. Lois relished it. She smiled at every untoward glance that Blaze shot toward her sister's ass, every awkward blush when Lucy caught sight of the crotch-bulge in Blaze's cut-off shorts. They moved around one another as if in a dance, unwilling to actually touch, still terminally embarrassed that Lois had not only caught them fucking...but had insisted on watching them do it.

How little do they know, the reporter thought, smoothing out her maternity dress. What I have planned for both of them.

Night came on apace. Lois ordered takeout, and beer. The pregnant reporter, of course, couldn't indulge, but she watched Lucy and Blaze demolish three bottles apiece. Enough to get them well-buzzed. Friendly. Sociable. Almost ready to forget what had happened between them.

Until Lois reminded them.

"Lucy, are you fucking my girlfriend?"

The reporter's tone was not accusatory, but the fit young blonde reeled backwards as if struck.

"No—no! God, Lois, it was only the one time, I just—I'm sorry—"

Lois leaned forward until her belly pressed into the table. Her pregnancy-swollen tits were almost on the table, cleavage jutting out to hover over the remainder of the chow mein.

"Why not?"

Lucy blinked. Her eyes had that somewhat vacant look that came from when she was starting to get drunk.

"Sweetmeat?" Blaze said. "What are you saying?"

"I want you to break in the bed," Lois said. "Together. I want to watch you do it. When you were fucking her it got me so hot I could scream," the pregnant woman shuddered at the memory. "And I want to see you stick your dick in her again."

The two shared a glance.

"Lois...this is nuts. I mean last time, heat of the moment and all, but I was lucky not to get pregnant! It's been a month, I'm in the middle of my cycle again, I can't..."

The reporter's smile belonged on something that had a fin on top, cutting through the water as it swam toward a pair of kicking legs.

"Not a problem," she said sweetly. Her hand laid a packet of XXL condoms on the table. "See?"

Sweaty, but now much more sober, the three undressed. Lois admired her sister's body. Her years in the army had added muscle to her chest, shoulders, arms and legs, toned her calves and abdomen. Her breasts were a tad bigger than Lois Lane's had been, before the pregnancy, and the nipples were small and pink. Dog tags hung on a chain between them, and her pubic hair was a small blonde landing strip leading to a mons where the inner lips protruded a bit from the labia. The young woman with the pixie cut looked ready to take lives and break hearts.

Blaze, still in her human form, was taller, leaner. She still looked built on the scale of a greyhound, whipcord muscles and bone pressing tight against the skin. Her breasts were small, almost flat, the puffy nipples erect and a bright pink compared to her olive skin. Lois knew those were the real color, the color she would have if she was in her demon form...and the cock, right now, was a human cock, though long and girthy and steadily rising as the clothes came off.

They had to help Lois out of her maternity dress. They set up a chair in front of the bed, with cushions piled on the seat, so that Lois could ease herself into it and watch. Most of the weight of the quadruplet pregnancy was focused on the reporter's abdomen, which jutted out far and low, ready to deliver soon. Her milk-swollen teats, once so high and pert, sagged under their own weight and rested on either side of the high shelf. Yet most of the rest of the reporter was thin still, Nad when she eased herself forward a little, she could slip a hand down and under her tummy to reach her clit with her fingers.

"Angie," Lois said. "Put on a condom. No accidents."

The dickgirl ripped one of the little latex condoms from its packaging. They were ultrathins, and as the demon fitted it over the head of her dick, she slowly unrolled it, the nearly-transparent latex sticking to the engorged cock like a second skin.

"Christ," Lucy said in one breath. "I don't think I really saw how big it was."

"Yes. You'll want to be well-lubed before it goes in your pretty little pussy," Lois said. "Why don't you finger yourself...get nice and wet?"

It wasn't a question, really. Lucy crawled onto the bed, onto her side to face her sister. She raised her right leg and bent it, so her foot ended up behind her left knee. The younger Lane sister brought her hand down to her cleft, fingers stroking the outer labia, brushing against the clitoris.

Blaze stood there, watching.

"Let her suck it," Lois ordered.

The dickgirl crawled onto the bed. Next to each other like that, the condom-covered cock headed for her sister's face, Lois could tell the thing would be hard to fit in Lucy's mouth...but the young woman was game to try. She kissed and licked the latex along its length, unable to feel the microscopic holes that Lois had pricked in it...in all the condoms.

Lois Lane let her own fingers swirl around her clit. The room seemed to grow warm. For a moment, it seemed like they forgot she was there...her sister had become so engrossed on the task of trying to suck that dick, her finger rubbing hard on her clit, the blonde's face flushing, chest heaving as she breathed faster and faster...

"Now," the pregnant woman said. "Blaze on bottom. Lucy, on top. Facing me. I want to see it."

They shifted uneasily, the magic moment broken, shame and guilt and weird erotic thrill pushing and pulling them awkwardly. Lois drank in the sight of those conflicting emotions. She liked the sense of control...but more than that...she wanted to see that fat cock all up inside of Lois. Wanted to watch her little sister moan and cum and lose it on that cock...and then the look of surprise on her face when all those little dickgirl babymakers found their mark in her fertile body.

Angie spread her legs, and raised her arms. Lucy laid her palms flat against the dickgirl's hands, and began to lower herself into a squat, legs bent beneath her. It took a moment for them to get the alignment right...and then Lucy let out a little hiss as the fat head of the cock pushed her labia in a little.

"It's too big," Lucy said. "Christ, it feels bigger than last time, I can't..."

"Now, soldier!"

The voice was the same commanding tone that their father had used to bark out at physical training, or when he wanted a chore done now. Lucy winced as her hips immediately dropped, weight pressing down, and the cock punched forward, part of the condom peeling off as it split. Lois grinned.

"Come on now," Lois said, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. "Fuck her good, Angie. I want to see her cum. I want to see both of you cum."

Down below, Blaze began to flex her buttocks, slowly raising and lowering her hips. Her arms were superhumanly strong, and steady as steel pillars as Lucy stayed them for a second, getting used to the slight movement of the cock inside her, the cock that was rubbing against the sensitive bits of her pussy. She couldn't even feel that the condom had split, or at least that's what Lois imagined, for her sister began to move, trying to keep time with Blaze, raising and lowering her lower body.

They were locked together then, in a cycle...and this was no tantric exercise which went on for hours. Very soon, Lucy closed her eyes and began to move faster, rubbing the inside of her cunny with her sister's babydaddy's dick, and not for the first time the reporter wondered what was going through her dear sister's head...but it wasn't ten minutes when it was Blaze's big balls that tightened and twitched, the steel pillars shaking with a tremor as she unleashed a torrent of sperm into Lucy Lane's fertile cunt.

Lois eased herself off the chair. As much as she liked to watch, she was no voyeur.

"Keep going," the reporter said, her voice a throaty whisper...but she needn't have bothered. Lucy Lane's eyes were still closed, and her body was rising and falling, rising and falling on Blaze's cock, even though the black seed was oozing down the shaft out of her sister's pussy...and Lucy's moans grew louder and louder as her pregnant sister dragged her abdomen onto the bed, on her side, pulling herself forward so that she could bring her mouth to where cock met cunt...

...and Lucy screamed as Lois Lane's lips seized on that clit and sucked hard, hard, and the soldier's whole body shook with the intensity of what she was feeling, and all Lois could think about was the cervix gulping down shot after shot of potent dickgirl seed.

It was too soon to say "mission accomplished," Lois knew. But if not, they could always try, try again.