Epilogue: Quantum Twinning Event

The cab was moving...and then from Lois Lane's perspective, time seemed to stretch and grow thin. Her tongue was licking the last glob of Angelica's demonic jizz off her teeth, but it seemed to be taking her hours. The lights outside the windows of the cab were a blur, like a time-lapse photograph, just streaks of red and white and yellow...and even as she felt her heartbeat slow...and then draw out to a single long note, like a concert violinist holding a single tone until it seemed to go on forever...

Lois was aware that something was wrong in her body.

Her shirt was ridiculously inadequate for her belly, which looked full-term with triplets. The white cotton was stretched over her breasts, her bra had shifted into some heavy-duty maternity model fit to handle her engorged milkers, and her pants felt tight and wet, her birth-waters rushing down the legs. Dimly, Lois could still feel the contraction of her muscles in her hips, like a long-drawn-out cramp, slowly spreading to her lower back and abdominal muscles, her thighs and buttocks. She hung in that moment, her whole body focused...but even though time seemed to crawl, the tension in her muscles was growing, and Lois could see why.

Her belly was growing.

The pregnant reporter wanted to scream. To blink. To squeeze Angelica's hand a little harder. Instead, all she could do was stare as her already-bloated midsection began to expand...and remember how it got that way.

Memories coruscated through the reporter, too many too fast, as if changes were piling on changes. Her relationship with Blaze extended backwards, a one-night stand leading to long romance. Discussions about children. The fertility treatments. Horrible nausea. Incomparable cravings. The reporter found herself walking into all-you-can-eat buffets and stuffing herself sick. Strenuous workouts at the gym that couldn't shift her growing stomach. The missed period. The doctor's surprise on the sonogram. Blaze fucking her from behind, both her hands on the growing belly. Tied to a chair as Angie spooned ice cream into her mouth. Lois insisting on wearing her regular clothes, long after they had ceased to cover her swollen abdomen. Clark Kent and Supermen drifting away as she got bigger and bigger, pushed out of her life. Blaze's cock pumping her pussy and ass every night. The simple ceremony with the justice of the peace, Lois barely able to waddle into his office...

Suddenly Lois saw the simple gold band with its row of diamonds on her left hand...and a part of her knew that Blaze had the matching ring. But the memories wouldn't stop coming.

Unable to sleep on her back or stomach anymore. Gestational diabetes. Thighs wobbling with fat and muscle. They were still playing their games, but it was taking a toll on Lois Lane's body. Her back ached constantly, sagging tits always so sore. Milking already. Blaze would pump her tits at night, filling up bottles in the fridge. Ugly red lines of stretch marks criss-crossed a belly in which six fetuses were reaching full size. Some nights Lois would wake up to see Angie stroking her belly with one hand and stroking her cock with the other, and Lois would open her legs and her wife would plunge that fat dick in...only a few inches, because there wasn't room...and Lois would plan their next night out, so that people in the bar could gawk at this pregnant freak cruising for cock. The doctors wanted to do a Caesarian, but Lois L. Blaze had insisted on a live birth...

Her stomach touched the back of the seat in front of her. The extended seatbelt went over the reporter's chest, but had to pass underneath one of her saggy, milky tits. Lois was short of breath, muscles in her backs and thighs aching from forty long weeks of carrying around sextuplets...and then Angie squeezed her hand and time resumed its shaky flow.

The demon blinked twice.

"Damn," she muttered.

"What...was that?" Lois panted, still trying to keep her new history straight in her head.

"Quantum twinning event. Sometimes you mess with time it...snaps back," Blaze reached over and stroked the belly in awe. "In the moment when it generates a new fetus...it can accidentally create two quantum duplicates. If the pregnancy is already a multiple...it starts to strain casualty."

"What it's straining is the limits of my body!" Lois moaned as the contraction grey more intense...and then began to subside. They were getting closer. If they didn't get to the hospital soon, Blaze would have to deliver them in the cab. "I must weigh over two hundred pounds!"

"I hope that's the end of it," Blaze bit her lip, eyes alive with worry.

"Hope what?" Lois asked, as the babies moved inside of her. She placed her free hand on the massive stomach, bigger than a beach ball, hoping to calm them down.

"That it doesn't happen again," the demonic dickgirl said.

Silently, Lois Lane hoped for the same thing.