Epilogue: Progressive Pregnant Bimbofication

"She's healthy," the doctor said. "It's early in the pregnancy yet, but everything is going smoothly. But..."

The old man wore dark glasses over his eyes, and a mask and costume. Doctor Midnite had been dealing with costumed heroes and superhumans for longer than most doctors had been alive. Lois Lane Kent sucked on her pacifier and held her husband's hand.

They knew there had to be a but. The black roots of Lois Lane's hair had turned platinum blonde. Her breasts hadn't stopped growing for the last four weeks, and neither did her ass, a perfect bubble butt that jutted out behind her like a shelf. Even her vulva had swollen, protruding outward from her crotch obscenely, so that her cameltoe was always visible when she wore panties. The reporter's skin was so healthy it practically glowed...and if it had just been physical changes, Lois wouldn't have minded.

Except it was more than that. Her sex drive had gotten worse. There was never a morning when she didn't awake with her swollen pussy absolutely drenched. Times when she was so sensitive that the slightest vibration would make her nipples harden. She often found herself rubbing against chairs...the corner of the table...once, Clark had come home to find her humping the washing machine and crying because she couldn't stop. He'd had to press her clit hard against it on full cycle was plugging her pussy with his cock, squeezing her big tits as she spasmed uncontrollably, pussy juice running down the side of the machine, forming a puddle at their feet.

"...pregnancy plays hell with hormones," Doctor Midnite said. "Even though Lois hasn't received any more doses of the ****, thanks to diligence in foiling Blaze's efforts, the hormonal changes she's going through are interacting with the alterations in her biochemistry in her system, exacerbating some of the symptoms." He sighed. "We've managed to slow down the process, but not stop it. Not entirely. And it's too dangerous to attempt to correct the hormone imbalance during pregnancy."

Lois wanted to ask a question...but she knew the moment she took the cock-shaped "pacifier" out of her throat, her mind would dull and she'd forget what she wanted to say. Probably she'd offer to suck the old man's cock. Despite her recent marriage, Lois couldn't help thinking about other men. Even with the comfortable weight of the pacifier-cock inside of her, the reporter found her eyes wander down to his crotch. Instead, she signed.

"Yes, the baby should be all right. It takes a lot to cross the uterine barrier...as long as we keep you from receiving any further doses of the ****, I don't believe the baby will be affected by your...er...bimbofication." The old man frowned at this word. It left a nasty taste in his mouth...but Lois noticed there was a bulge down the left leg of his trousers, and her tongue ran around the cock-shaped plug in her mouth.

"Is there anything we can do?" Clark Kent said.

"Zatanna and Captain Marvel believe they're narrowing in on Blaze, and if they capture her we might be able to devise an antidote," Doctor Midnite said. "In the meantime, Batman and I have found something might slow the progressive pregnant bimbofication."

The doctor turned on his stool and pulled something out of the small freezer to his right.

It was milky white and on a small cardboard stick, like a lollipop...but it was shaped like the swollen glans of a penis. He extended his arm. Picking up on the idea, Lois slid her pacifier out of her mouth and let it dangle on its cord between her massive breasts. Almost immediately, her mind felt fuzzy, and she forgot what she was doing...but then she saw the cute pee-pee sucker and took the candy from the old man with the dark glasses. She ran her tongue over it lasciviously, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes as the strangely bitter flavor hit her, and then closed her bee-stung lips over it...

There was something very familiar about that flavor.

Lois blinked, as she sucked on the lolli-cock. The fuzziness faded immediately...and she recognized the flavor. It tasted like...cock. With a hint of semen. That bitter, almost ammonia-like flavor that she had once hated and come to crave. The pregnant reporter sat up straighter, mind racing. She turned to Clark and signed to him excitedly.

"Denatured human semen, and artificial penis flavor," Doctor Midnite said. "Apparently Batman found the formula in the files of the sex toy research division of WayneTech. Pregnancy enhances the senses of taste and smell; and we think those chemicals satisfy, at least somewhat, the biochemical changes in the brain that drive nymphomania and intelligence suppression. It isn't a permanent solution, but we'll supply you with a case, that should last you for about a month...in time for your next checkup."

"Thank you, doctor," Clark said, though the now much more perspicacious Lois could sense his unease at this particular treatment. "I'm sure it'll be a big help. Who provided the, ah, human semen?"

The old man looked him in the eye...and Lois knew that Superman could see through those dark lenses.

"We asked for volunteers among the Justice League," he said. "Screened for disease, of course. But the ah...donors are completely anonymous."

Lois squeezed her husband's hand. She knew he wasn't entirely happy with the thought that she was swallowing one of his colleague's semen right now...and she could feel the runny mixture leak and slide down her next, thick as snot as the lollicock melted...but he had to know that she loved him! Even if, in the back of her mind, she wondered if this is what Batman's cock tasted like...or Doctor Midnite's...