Epilogue: Pondering Her Orbs

Crimson hands rubbed at the swollen orb of flesh. Lois Lane groaned as the fingers rubbed at her taut, firm flesh.

The reporter lay on her back, in her bed. Surrounded by fast food wrappers, boxes. A steady stream of delivery people had brought food, as with every greasy, salty meal, Blaze's magic poured into the reporter, fast-forwarding her metabolism. Ounces gathered into pounds. Skin stretched. Beneath the touch of those scarlet fingers, fat built up in the reporter's breast, her womb had quickened and swelled...and swelled...then the hunger would come on Lois again, and she would whisper "More."

The demon's secret smile grew a little wider each time Lois said it. So the food kept coming. Lois Lane kept cumming. Hot red fingers buried into the reporter's swollen, juicy labia as Lois bit down into a hot burger. Rubbed the reporter's aching sides as Lois chowed through a pizza. Massaged her throat as Lois sucked down another sugary soda. The heat of her body on the reporter's naked flesh sent a thrill through Lois Lane's body as it grew and grew.

The stomach swelled, raced through the weeks and months. Dully, Lois felt the weight of the baby—babies?—push against her organs. The gravid abdomen crept forward in her lap. Her breasts, once small, palmable half-teardrops, pushed forward until they came to rest on the swollen curve of her stomach. Lois Lane stared down at her girls as Blaze played with them. Just getting fat should have made them droopy, saggy, but the demon's magic pushed the fat into her tits until they jutted out, huge and swollen, like a pair of cannonballs that hung on her chest, almost like implants, but so jiggly. So sensitive as Blaze's hands groped them greedily. The dark nipples pressed between thumbs and forefingers until a burst of white drops sprayed out onto the half-finished chow mein in front of her.

Lois remembered when, after her final meal, she had staggered to her feet. Unused to her new weight, her new center of gravity. The abdomen that stuck out in front of her looked too big. The naked reporter couldn't believe it was all her. She leaned back, trying to find her balance, unfamiliar pains in her back, her shoulders, her neck. Front-heavy, top-heavy, belly-heavy. Her first tentative step was a waddle. Blaze at her side, one hand around Lois Lane's waist, the other on the pregnant woman's arm. To guide her to the bed. The burning prick that banged against the reporter's thigh, the side of her abdomen.

Until Lois came to rest on her back, pinned to the bed by her own gravid belly, her massive spherical tits. Above her, Blaze's eyes burned in the darkness, and her hands caressed the reporter's swollen, heavy body as she pondered the reporter's orbs.

"It's not just about who you are," Blaze whispered, as the head of her cock slid down the sensitive underside of Lois Lane's swollen stomach. Leaving behind a hot, wet line of liquid lust. "It's about who you can become. Look how far you've come."

Lois grinned.

"Look what you've made me do," Lois shot back. "I'm so big."

The tip of Blaze's cock found Lois Lane's pussy. It wasn't the most comfortable position. The reporter's distended abdomen was between them. With care, Blaze tipped Lois onto her side. The reporter sighed as some of the pressure came off her back and lungs. It also meant Blaze could lift the reporter's leg and slide her hard, hot meat up inside of her.

"Ripe," Blaze said as her cock slid into the tight tunnel. "So full of life. Almost ready to drop. Unless..."

A shudder ran through the reporter's frame. Her hand rubbed against her stomach. She could actually feel her womb, like a thick water balloon, beneath the skin. Her poor abdominal muscles stretched and split out of recognition. Lois could hardly imagine she had once had a six-pack.

Something pressed against her hand from the inside. A kick from within her womb.

"Unless?" Lois prompted.

"You want to keep going," Blaze grunted as her cock bottomed out inside the pregnant reporter. The swollen sack dragged along Lois Lane's thigh. One hot hand played at the protuberant bump that was the reporter's navel. "You're about at the limit a normal human woman could get. so pregnant. So swollen. To push you beyond that...would be to go beyond human...to get bigger, more pregnant, than a mere mortal."

Lois sucked in her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest. She rubbed her swollen enormity. To get even bigger...what would that be like? She might not be able to move. Her old life, the Daily Planet, would she be able to go back to it? So many questions swam through her head as Blaze slowly pumped her cock in and out of Lois Lane's hole. Stretching her poor cunt to its limit. Making the great, massive belly and breasts shake. Milk leaked from her dark nipples.

Curiosity burned in Lois Lane as she pondered her orbs.

"Do it," Lois Lane said, before her courage failed. "I want more."

Blaze's smile stretched wider than Lois had ever seen it. The demon's hips moved faster and faster. The reporter's cunny burned with friction as the stiff prick pounded her hole. Lois cried out as a terrible heat flowed through her body, a white-hot incandescence that began at her pussy and spread throughout her limbs. Within the depths of Lois Lane's gravid abdomen, a light burned, to show the cluster of tiny forms, the little stubs of horns visible on their skulls...and then Blaze bottomed out, she roared, and a white-hot flood of Satanic semen washed through the reporter's body...and washed her mortality away.