Epilogue: The Confession

"...so I saw the doctor the other day, and she confirms I'm about eight weeks pregnant. Which, I mean, I knew, counting back to that first date, I just..." Lois Lane stared Superman in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I just felt like you needed to know. I didn't...want to try and hide it from you. I mean, I haven't been. You were just away, and it happened and it...it was never the right time before this, but I...I thought you should hear it from me."

Superman nodded slowly...and Lois Lane's journalistic instincts picked up. There was something about his eyes, the way they didn't quite meet hers. The way he was less upset about the news than he should have been. In fact, by the set of his shoulders, he almost looked...relieved. Lois Lane's brow crinkled a little.

"I have a confession to make too," Superman said. "I, um...I haven't been sure how I would say this, but since we're...I mean, we were never quite together, but you know how I care about you, but since you're in a relationship with someone else now, and we're not...romantically connected...I think it's only fair to tell you..."

"HE'S FUCKING BATMAN!"

Lois Lane slammed the door of the apartment so hard it startled Blaze. The demon was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. The dickgirl was wearing a kitchen apron and nothing else, her bare red buttocks and legs visible.

"And not just Batman. He's fucking Wonder Woman! He's fucking Batman! They're in this whole threesome thing! Sometimes she wears a strap-on and pounds both their asses into jelly while they rub their cocks together! He told me everything!"

"Who?" The scarlet succubus said.

"Superman! He's...bisexual! Queer! Apparently, he thought it was just exposure to Kryptonite, but he just...likes it when Batman fucks him in the ass! And so does Wonder Woman! They're totally into each other!"

The reporter collapsed into a chair. The table was set with fine china. A single black candle was burning. There was a bottle of red wine, and Lois leaned over and pulled it open, sloshing some of it into a glass.

"Go easy," Blaze said as she came behind Lois and massaged her shoulders. "A little wine won't hurt the baby, but you don't want to overdo it."

Lois glugged down half the glass in a gulp, then pushed the glass away from her. She leaned back into her demon lover, her head pressed against her stomach, and stared up at the modest swell of her red breasts in the apron, which read "One Hell Of A Cook."

"How did I miss it?" Lois said. "How did I miss all the signs? Christ..."

Blaze flinched.

"Sorry, sorry babe, I'll watch my language. I just...wow. That really hit me out of left field. I mean I can totally see it now, all the team-ups they've had, the individual relationships. Just...the three of them together. Great Caesar's ghost..."

"Do you feel better, getting it off your chest now?" The demon said. "About us?"

"I...you know, I do. I know nothing we were doing was wrong, but now it's just...I feel so free."

"Good," Blaze looked down and gave her pregnant lover a smile.

"By the way, what's for dinner?" Lois said.

"You are having spaghetti bolognese, with sausage and meatballs. I'm going to have pussy."

Lois gave a tepid grin. "Can't complain about that..."

"But!" The demon said and tapped Lois on the nose. "You have to clean your plate. Swallow every bite. You're eating for two now, you know."

Which is how Lois found herself, buttocks perched on the edge of her seat, thighs spread wide, a happy demon lapping at her cunt as the reporter stuffed herself with pasta...and some strange compulsion took over Lois as Blaze licked and nuzzled and murmured. Lois found herself chomping down on far more than her usual portion. Even after she felt full she ladled another wad of noodles onto her plate, and another sausage and another meatball...until her distended stomach began to press against the edge of the table, and her bloated belly ached, and every belch tasted of fennel and garlic...

...and then she was holding onto the table for dear life as the climax came, her overfull stomach too stuffed to jiggle, but her thighs shook and Lois found herself up on her toes until her feet and ankles ached from holding the position too hard, too long...and then Blaze pushed the chair back, and licked from the reporter's sopping slit up to her belly button...the naked demon effortless hoisting the stuffed reporter.

The cock bumped against Lois Lane's legs as Blaze carried her into the bedroom...and Lois felt the roiling beginning of a stomach ache from her overindulgence, but there was no Superman to come and save her as Blaze laid her down on the bed. Helpless. Legs spread. One scarlet hand ran over the reporter's food baby...and the actual baby, a little farther down, not showing yet but there.

"I should let you know," Blaze said. "I like a little meat on my women. So I think I'll be doing the cooking from now on."

The cock speared Lois in one slow thrust...and Lois Lane laughed as she saw the apron, pushed up and out of the way so that the demon could get at her pregnant cunt.