Epilogue: Protein Shakes

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"Damnation!" Lois Lane swore under her breath as she looked at the scale. Around her at the gym, weights clinked and people grunted. The normal background soundtrack to her daily post-work workout. For this. Weeks of dieting and exercise, and she had gained three pounds.

Angelica Blaze thrust a protein shake in front of the reporter. Lois sighed and took the plastic cup with the off-white slurry inside. She took a big sip.

The scale ticked over to 160.

Lois Lane closed her eyes. She could still see her once-svelte body. But she knew if she opened her eyes right now she'd see the soft beer belly that strained against her athleisure workout gear, the softly swollen breasts in the sports bra, the thick thighs in their tight shorts...forty pounds didn't seem like much, but she could just feel herself being...bigger.

She took another sip. The mix was a little salty today, but Lois told herself she had sweated a lot and needed the electrolytes.

Hands clamped around her thighs. They didn't exactly sink into the flesh. A month of squats and weight training had given definition to her thighs and glutes, and Lois had focused on muscle-building because Angie had suggested it...and the dickgirl had been right there alongside Lois the whole time, although Angie remained just as thin as she had when they had met those months ago.

"Focus on the positive, sweetmeat. You've made some great gains! You're lifting two hundred pounds now. Could you do that a month ago?"

"I guess not," Lois said. She frowned and sucked at her protein shake. A part of her could really go for a beer right now.

Blaze's fingers moved up to her ass.

"And I'm very appreciative," the dickgirl said in a completely different tone of voice. "That you haven't been skipping leg day."

Lois blushed as the hands kneaded her glutes. Ever since she was a young woman, Lois hadn't had much ass to speak of...and then she'd gained weight...and then she'd started doing squats every day...and now she had at least the beginnings of a respectable booty. Not that she would mind if it were...a little bigger.

"I know you want a beer," Blaze said huskily. "But I think maybe you need to burn a few more calories before we hit up a bar..."

There was a supply closet. The dickgirl had her back braced against the door, tight exercise shorts pulled down around her knees as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...and swiftly on her way to becoming the Daily Planet's thiccest reporter...was on her knees, mouth wrapped around her cock as she sought to get a very different kind of protein shake down her gullet.

Blaze rested her hand on Lois Lane's head as it bobbed up and down on her shaft. Sex was a release for her, the demonic dickgirl knew...a way to work out some of the pent-up emotions from her ballooning weight. The reporter's cheeks hollowed as she sucked the head of the cock with single-minded intensity, and Blaze hissed...and that Mona Lisa smile came easily to her lips as she decided to push her lover just a little further.

"Now, now, Lois...if you want to burn some calories...you're going to have to put some work into it," Blaze said. "Why don't you use all of your assets?"

Lois paused in mid-suck...her violet eyes stared up at the Blaze. She took the cock out of her mouth and gave it an almost spiteful lick...and then stood up and turned.

She had to peel the exercise pants off her ass. Blaze's smile widened a little as she saw the pale, pert globes that seemed to pop out of the taut cloth...and a pink hint of tongue showed between her teeth as Lois kept going, until the pink, sweat-slick slit was showing.

The reporter backed her ass up, and Blaze levered her hard cock down so that Lois could slide right onto it. Not for the first or the fiftieth time, the demon thought about pulling out the reporter's IUD and knocking her up right here...but no. She wanted to save that little pleasure. Wanted to see how big Lois would get before pregnancy fucked with her hormones, her metabolism, her appetites for food and fucking...

Blaze's hands grabbed onto the reporter's meatier hips as Lois bucked against her. The reporter tried to be quiet, but the dickgirl could hear her little moans. She knew that Lois Lane was tired after her workout session...the muscles in her legs and hips ached...and here she was, pushing herself even harder.

It would be interesting, the demon reflected, to see what would happen if Lois strained something. Exercise-related injuries can **** one to take it easy for a while...but if you're not working off all of those calories...

It was a wicked thought...and it set off a cascade of wicked thoughts. It didn't have to be a major injury. A sprained ankle rather than a fractured bone or torn muscle...just to see how Lois would react to it. The reporter couldn't see the toothy grin on Blaze's face. The demon shook with anticipation as she imagined Lois in bed, sucking down a protein shake, packing on the calories...pounds piling up...

"Ah...Augh!" Lois lost her balance, slipped forward...and Blaze went down on top of her, just to keep her cock inside her as the dickgirl spurted her own very special protein drink deep inside the reporter's greedy hole.

"Are you alright?" Blaze said with feigned concern.

"Just...bruised, I think," Lois huffed on hands and knees. The reporter shook, which set her small beer belly a-quiver. "I could really use a shower and a beer now."

"Sure thing, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "You did good today. You deserve a little reward."

The dickgirl patted Lois Lane's shoulder as she planned her further sabotage of the reporter's figure.