Epilogue: Out On The Farm

A farmer's work begins long before dawn. Cows and calves to feed, cows to milk, the sheds to be cleaned out. Short tasks, in and of themselves, but a farmer who waits to cockcrow has animals that are hungry and angsty, cows that low with painfully full udders, waste that piles up.

Clark Kent was a few minutes late; and found Pa already done with the milking. The old farmer smiled and handed his son a fork.

"Sorry Pa," the tall, broad-shouldered man said. Back on the Kent farm, and all the city mannerisms fell away immediately.

"No problem son. Seems to me..." The old man bit back a joke about Clark doing some milking of his own. Pa and Ma had shared more than one quiet smile over the passionate moans that came from their son's room before dawn...and more than few moos.

Clark blushed anyway. The great Superman of Metropolis hadn't known what to do with Lois Lane, with her huge lactating breasts, burgeoning pregnant stomach, seemingly endless libido, and her penchant to think of herself as a kind of human cow. A part of him had hoped that maybe with the isolation of the farm, Lois would come back to herself without anyone becoming aware of her...changes.

Instead, he found Ma fussing over her, altering clothes to fit the woman reporter's more curvaceous figure, feeding them both three times a day, and generally treating her as a long-lost daughter...and Lois Lane had insisted on sharing Clark's bed, and making love to him whenever she could entice him into it. Sometimes following him around the farm, watching him work, the sun beating down on them both, the great muscles in his arms straining...and Lois would put her lips together and moan a soft, **** little "moo..."

Despite his best efforts, Clark Kent could seldom control himself when she bent over a bale of hay and flipped up her skirt, revealing no panties and an unshaved, wild black forest surrounding her glistening slit. She liked to feel him push inside her. His great hands curling around to caress her swollen belly, or squeeze her breasts until little white streams sprinkled out.

The chickens and cows looked on with disinterest and went about their own business. Ma and Pa said nothing...until now.

"Clark," Pa said, "open your hand."

The man stopped his shoveling and reached out. Pa dropped something small and glittering into his hand. It was old...warn. But not cheaply made. A golden band, carved in intertwining bands, topped with gems. The smallest were mere chips of diamond...but the biggest surprised him.

"Pa?"

"Lois is at least three months pregnant," Pa said as he closed his son's hand. "It's time, Clark. Folks will talk, otherwise."

"Pa..." he said, staring at the old engagement ring. Something that Pa's own grandparents would have brought in to Free Kansas, back before the Civil War, from back east. His hand closed on it gently. Clark stared at the wall as though he could see straight through it to where Lois lay, taking a shower and getting ready for another of Ma's farmer's breakfasts. The regular feedings were quickly adding to Lois's curves.

"Thank you. I'll ask her right after we're done here."

Pa Kent gave his son a friendly clap on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Clark. A woman like that, you don't want to wait too long."

Clark put a touch of super-speed into cleaning out the rest of the muck, so that in less than a minute Pa Kent was standing alone in the spotless cow shed, watching the back of his son disappear through the door, headed toward the house.

They were old farmers, Ma and Pa. They knew Lois had her big city ways, and they couldn't quite imagine what had happened to her on that night, those weeks ago. Yet they knew sometimes a woman found her man, even if the man was a bit too naive to realize it. They both knew Clark had hoped to get the old Lois back...but that wasn't possible. She liked who she was now. Bigger, bustier, pregnant, and getting pounded like a cow in heat.

Pa smiled at the thought. He'd had to work hard not to catch them at it, sometimes...and he and Ma had avoided talking about it, because Clark could hear them clear across the farm. Yet they had not been married so long, or parents to Superman so long, without working out their own quiet signals.

The old farmer was only halfway to the house when he heard Ma cry aloud; a happy yell. Pa Kent smiled to himself, thinking of how soon they could arrange a wedding...