Epilogue: The Red-Eyed Monster

At 16 weeks, your baby is the size of an apple. Lois had read in her week-by-week pregnancy guide this morning. Except I'm carting around a whole bushel of apples.

Lois had to sit a foot away from the table, and her belly still brushed the tabletop. Maternity clothes had replaced her former tight clothes as her waistline disappeared. Not that the reporter was fat—most of the weight had gone to her bulging belly, with the spillover going to her breasts—which Lois doubted were ever going to return to their former glory.

The buxom blonde waitress smiled as she took their order: Lois ran down the menu, picking out entrees. They ate out quite a lot, lately. The doctor had told her that to maintain weight, Lois had to gain 3-4 pounds a week, or else the babies were at risk in what was already a high-risk pregnancy.

Her wife Angie ordered a steak, raw. Batted her eyes at the firm young tits with all the cleavage showing.

"Just flame-kissed," the demon smiled at the young woman's tits. Gave her a wink that set the young woman flushing as she rushed off to fill the order.

Lois grit her teeth. As much as she loved Blaze, she was still a demon. Flirtation and seduction was second nature to her...and she spent a lot of time at her club around young, fit, pretty women with their taut, toned stomachs and firm breasts...

"Angelica," Lois pronounced, saying the name out in full. the succubus' spine stiffened, and as the gravid reporter laid a proprietary hand on Blaze's thigh, she made sure something else was stiffening as well.

The reporter leaned over to whisper in her wife's ear. "The bathroom. Now."

Without another word, Lois levered herself up from the table—lower back protesting, despite her daily exercises—and Lois knew mobility would be a problem sooner rather than later. But if that Octomom could do it with eight, I can sure as hell do it with seven.

Angelica Blaze rose and followed her, somewhat stiff-legged, but not without a bit of eager sprightliness in her step.

The women's room was a small, single-person affair. The two of them crowded in and locked the door, Lois grasping the sides of the sink and staring into the mirror, feet set wide apart. Behind her, Angie let her human form lapse, just for a moment. A familiar red hue spread over the skin, horns pushed up the baseball cap she was wearing..and as she unzipped her jeans, the long scarlet prick was unleashed.

"How do you want it, love?" Blaze asked her wife.

"Just a quickie," Lois said to the mirror.

"As you wish," the demon smiled, lifting up the back of the pregnant woman's skirt. Lois had given up on wearing panties a few weeks back. She didn't care for maternity pants, even when she could find them in her size, and they tended to act as a barrier to access.

Lois sighed, feeling her heat rise as her wife's knowing fingers found her cunt, plunging in as though checking the oil. Satisfied with her wetness, the digits were withdrawn...and something warm and hard nuzzled at the entrance to Lois channel. Angie's cock slipped into her wife's cunt like a greased key into its lock.

It wasn't always this big, Lois swore to herself, as the cock was slowly pushed into its maximum depth, the zipper crushing into the reporter's now more gently padded rear end. There was a pleasant girth to it, fat enough that her pussy felt tight again. Either that or I couldn't always take it this easily. Now...I don't know how I'd live without it.

Once in, Blaze grabbed the reporter's rounder hips, which made excellent handholds, and began a series of steady thrusts. Lois suppressed a moan, a shudder of excitement as she heard someone try the door, then give up as they realized it was locked.

Angie felt it too, responding to Lois' little shudders, and picked up the pace, panting gently, staring into the mirror so she could see Lois' face as she was fucked from behind. It was their deal, their bargain, one of many little bindings that made their marriage work. Anywhere, any time. It was Lois' little hold on her wife, a way to reassure herself that Blaze's flirtations would never cross the line into infidelity. It assured her that Angie still loved her, still found her attractive, even when she felt like a bloated whale.

The succubus, of course, got some pussy. So everyone was happy.

Well, Lois mused. Maybe not the blonde waitress with the big tits. After all, she'll never get to experience this.

Pulling at the neckline of her dress, Lois freed one of her breasts. Her tits had sagged as they filled out, and without a bra would flatten out a bit against her belly—Lois could hold one up by the nipple and see it hang there like her tit had swallowed a cantaloupe, milky skin shot through with pale veins. she grabbed her breast by the underside, holding the wobbling flesh in one hand, and lifted it up to her mouth to suck her own nipples.

The sight of that in the mirror set Angie off Lois could feel the warm wet surge within her, and as the demon pulled out, it began to run down her thighs. Looking a bit redder than usual—a sign of sexual exertion, Lois had learned—the demon resumed her human appearance, and began to stuff her cock back in her pants.

"You didn't finish," the demon said, dropping to one knee, prepared to clean her wife's cunt out with her tongue. But Lois simply let her dress fall back over her ass.

"Leave it. The kids and I have worked up an appetite." Lois turned and winked at her wife. "Just make sure you save some for dessert."

Hand in hand, they returned to the restaurant, pointedly ignoring the stares and smiles of several customers and staff.