Epilogue: Pregnant Feeder Sex

Twelve weeks. Twenty pounds. Lois still went to the gym, though she had moved to some lighter workout routines. The spandex hugged her belly and Lois was sued to those stares...but it also hugged other things as well. The reporter had never had much in the way of curves before, but now she found her panties were a bit too small; her ass would swallow them during the day, and her bras felt tight. Old jeans weren't able to handle her new hips.

She had caught Clark staring, even though he was still giving her the cold shoulder. No real surprise there; Kansas was full of fuller-size women. Probably his taste ran in that line.

I wish I knew what I did to turn Smallville off, Lois admitted to herself as she hit the breakroom. Someone had bought donuts for the office again, and Lois didn't feel the slightest bit guilty taking two. It had to be her new relationship, maybe he'd been holding a torch for her. We have to work together, we should be friends. Help each other out.

Blaze was helping. There was never a day when Lois didn't wake up to a full breakfast, whether or not her morning sickness let her eat more than a piece of toast. Often met Lois for lunch, and the reporter knew that the all-you-can-eat-buffets were a less-than-subtle hint from the less-than-subtle demon. And dinners...

The ropes were nylon, they pressed into her skin and restricted movement, but Angie was good with knots: no loss of circulation, no rope burn. Her arms were tied behind the chair, her legs tied to the chair's front legs. A coil passed over her thighs, beneath and above her breasts. Naked, Lois could definitely see her stomach sticking out, just a few inches. Indisputably pregnant, a solid swell rather than soft and doughy. Nipples hard.

Before her, a feast.

Some kind of Asian fusion tonight. Bowls of soup in which pink strips of beef simmered in broth and noodles. A tray of small confections. A pile of egg rolls. A pot of dark, fragrant tea. Heaping mounds of brown rice in bowls. Some vegetable which Lois couldn't name, which appeared to have been fried, blackened and crispy around the edges.

All for her.

The dickgirl was naked as well. Freshly showered, even her cock looked scrubbed shiny and pink. Lois licked her lips. That was dessert.

Chopsticks in her scarlet fingers. She plucked a strip of beef from the soup.

"Say 'ah,'" Blaze told her.

"Aaaah..." Lois opened her mouth wide, already salivating.

It hadn't started as a ritual, exactly. Angie would cook, and she'd playfully offer Lois a bite. The demon had wanted Lois to eat, always encouraged her, said it was good for the baby. Then she said that she liked the reporter's burgeoning body. Had pressed her fingers into the little softness of the extra padding on the reporter's hips, which would form muffin-tops if Lois tried to squeeze into her old jeans. Grabbed Lois Lane's ass and smiled as her fingers sank into the cheeks a little now, instead of encountering nothing but firm muscle.

Lois had indulged her...even as she had fretted over the clothes that didn't fit, and how she was going to lose the weight once the baby was born. Yet it gave Blaze such obvious pleasure to...be a part of the process. After all, the dickgirl couldn't carry the baby for Lois...and it was a sin to let food go to waste...there were starving people in Africa after all...

"You're gorgeous," Blaze's pure white eyes drank in the sight of Lois with her cheeks stuffed, chewing the food slowly, so that the hot juices ran down her throat. With eager fingers, she brought forward the first of the spring rolls. "I'm so glad you agreed to this."

Why not? Was what Lois had thought, when the Blaze had first asked to feed her. It wasn't much different than what they were already doing. A bit of messy food fun, with sex afterward. Plenty of couples fed each other chocolate-covered strawberries and things to get them in the mood. This wasn't so different.

At least, that was what Lois thought...until she felt full. And there was still more food on the table. A lot more. Enough for another three of her regular meals.

"You're going to eat every bite," Angie had told her as she raised the cup to Lois's lips. There was something about the way she said it...the certainty, the eagerness...that had Lois wanting to at least try.

So a meal that normally lasted half an hour went on for over an hour...and Lois began to sweat, in her bonds. Felt her body lean against the ropes, and she flexed her muscles to make sure she wasn't losing circulation. Her stomach felt over-full, and there were still those cream puff things to go, the second bowl of rice...Angie was hard now, and that was distracting, and Lois wasn't sure she could eat another bite, but here came the spoon.

Two and a half hours. Lois sagged against her ropes, oddly breathless. Her stomach roiled, and the reporter knew that she was going to have a stomach ache tonight, and a long, hard morning on the toilet tomorrow. Everything that goes in has to come out...except for whatever remained behind, another few fat cells widening her thighs, making her breasts too big for her bras, maybe a soft layer on her belly.

Angie's hands caressed the belly. Cocoa butter gave a warm, brown sheen to the taut flesh. Lois looked down, amazed at how bloated she looked. Like she was further along than she was.

"Don't think...I could manage...another bite," Lois said.

Blaze stood. Her cock was often hard, but now Lois could see the veins stand out from it clearly, the purple head so swollen it looked ready to pop.

"Oh...babe...c'mon, I'm stuffed, can't we just..."

Red fingers pinched the reporter's nostrils shut. The hips twitched, and rubbed the drooling cock-tip against her pregnant lover's lips.

"Say 'ah,'" Blaze said, and her voice shook with the **** of her barely hanging on to whatever control she had.

Lois opened her mouth. Food-tastes still in her mouth, but the demon's aroma was overpowering. The pregnant woman's stomach lurched as she wrapped her rips around the head, unable to stroke the shaft with her arms tied behind her. All she could do was bob her head, let her tongue swirl around the head...hear the huff as Angie, already hot and bothered and ready to explode, prepared to give her pregnant girlfriend something to wash the meal down with.

Well, Lois Lane thought. If it makes her happy. After all, once the pregnancy is over, I'll just diet and exercise and lose the weight.

The words sounded hollow, even to Lois. She knew of plenty of pregnant women who had thought the exact same thing, only to never recover their figures after the baby was born.

"Nnnnh!" Blaze grunted, and the hot, salty, familiar seed hit the back of Lois's throat...and even though her body screamed at her not to put anything more in her overloaded belly, Lois swallowed...and swallowed...the hot sticky treat clinging to the back of her throat...and she held it there until the dickgirl went limp in her mouth, utterly spent, and Lois Lane's stomach groaned in pain.

"Ah...hah...was it good for you?" Blaze asked as she pulled the limp cock from the gravid reporter's lips.

Lois felt the wetness between her thighs. She was sitting in a puddle in the chair, and she knew that it was time for Angie to eat something. Bury her face between Lois Lane's thighs as the reporter rubbed her own bloated belly. Wondering how far she dared take this...before hitting the point of no return. Where recovery was impossible.