Epilogue: The Proctologist

"Just relax Miss Lane," the doctor, a no-nonsense woman in her late thirties with blonde hair and slim, carefully manicured fingers encased in sterile blue gloves, had the kind of calm, professional voice Lois normally associated with undertakers.

The reporter set her teeth. She was in a backless gown, laying down face-first on the table. The doctor was gently circling her asshole with lube, finger pressing gently at the entrance.

"Are you sexually active?" The blonde asked.

"Yes," Lois said.

"Including anal sex?" No hint of judgment in the voice.

"Regularly," the reporter muttered dryly. It had been a month and a half since their first encounter, and seldom more than forty-eight hours would pass before Blaze was begging to fuck her again. "Date nights" usually began with an enema and ended up with Lois wondering if she would be able to sit tomorrow.

"Any particular pain or bleeding?"

"No...we're always careful. Cleaning out before, lots of lube, starting out slow..." Lois said. All true.

"But you've noticed...issues?"

"It...feels like I'm constipated. All the time. But bowel movements are regular. Enemas aren't helping." It was the same thing Lois had said to the nurse, and she felt idiotic having to explain it again.

"I see. Deep breath now," the doctor said...and before Lois could respond, there was the familiar fullness of a finger delving up into her ass. Instinctively she relaxed, accepting the probing digit.

Unlike Blaze, the doctor was not looking to elicit any kind of sexual response. Her gloved finger probed around very matter-of-factly, pushing deep inside, pressing against the walls.

"There is an obstruction," the doctor said, pulling her finger out. "I'd like to do a sonogram, since you're already prepped for it. I'll need you to flip around."

Lois gave her the thumb's up. There seemed to be little else to do. She turned over...and the doctor guided her so that her legs were in the stocks, ass hanging over the bed. A cool gel was rubbed over her tummy, and then...the long, thin probe of the sonogram wand, making its way up her backside. The doctor held one hand to the sensor on Lois' belly, watched the ultrasound monitor...stopped and blinked, frowned.

"What is it?" Lois asked.

"Miss Lane...when was the last time you had your period?"

Lois blinked. She honestly couldn't remember. Since before she had met Blaze, that much was certain.

Without waiting for an answer, the doctor took her hand off the stomach sensor and turned the monitor to face Lois. Then she picked up the probe again, moving it to just below Lois' belly button.

There was a dark blot on screen. "This is a gestational sac, inside your womb. About six weeks along." She moved the sensor down another couple of inches. There was an almost identical dark blot.

"And this...is another one. Apparently lodged inside your colon." The woman stared at the screen. "I must admit, that this is an anatomical anomaly outside my years of medical experience. But I think we can safely say we've found the source of your obstruction."

Lois Lane's eyes widened with horror as the doctor's words sank in.

Blaze did it. The reporter thought, staring unbelievably at the screen. She really did it. She made my ass pregnant.