Epilogue: The Thing About Two Pregnant Women Getting Married...

...is that nobody expects either of them to carry the other across the threshold. Lois and Callie stumbled through the door to the honeymoon suite and just took a moment to sag against each other. There had been morning sickness, getting dressed, ceremony, the photos, more morning sickness, the reception, then dinner with their parents, and now, finally, they were alone. No more odd questions about how they met, who the father was, or any of that.

"Goddess, that was really good cake," Callie said. The tight waist on her wedding dress clearly showed the beginnings of her eight-week pregnant belly.

"Good, because I think we have ten or twenty pounds of it left." Lois was showing a bit herself, and regretting every added pound. Her sister had convinced the reporter that one glass of champagne wasn't bad for the baby, and Lois felt light headed and dizzy as she fumbled with the zipper for her wife's dress.

"Can't wait to get me undressed?" The younger woman said. "And have your way with me?"

"If by 'have my way with you' you mean 'pass out with my tongue in your ass,' then maybe," Lois said, her eyelids dripping. "I mean, I know it's our honeymoon, but it's not like this is our first time...is there anything I can do for you that's really special?"

Callie peeled herself out of the wedding dress...and for a moment Lois was lost for words. Lois was pushing thirty, but her wife was a decade younger, slimmer, fit...all except for the bare protruding dome of her pregnant stomach, the slight swell of her breasts that promised greater things to come. No underwear or bra, just the veil hanging over her, the stockings and garterbelts. She turned on Lois as she stepped out of her dress, and Lois heard her husky voice say:

"Why don't you get properly naked, so I can make love to my beautiful wife for the first time?"

Lois laughed and stood up...and Callie helped the reporter out of her wedding dress. It was a bit like opening a birthday present. The reporter couldn't help but wonder what life would be like...lounging about on Sundays in sweaters, breaking out the double dildo for special occasions, oiling each other's growing bellies...Parent Teacher Meetings, Callie's graduation, introducing her wife to Superman, sitting on the couch side by side playing with each other's pussies while watching Monday night football and eating brownies...

...but before all that, there was a hot young thing drawing Lois down into bed. Warm lips meeting her own. Soft hands on her hips. Their bellies rubbing against each other. They paused to breathe and look into each other's eyes.

"Do you...wish Blaze was here?" Callie said.

Lois blinked. "A little. I still miss her sometimes. But I married you."

The reporter's hand caressed her wife's cheek...and Callie took it and kiss the palm. She gave Lois that sneaky look that she had, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar too proud to lie about it.

"What?" Lois asked.

"Have you ever had a pregnant woman eat cake out of your ass?"

Which is how Lois Lane found herself with her butt in the air, a slice of double-chocolate coconut wedding cake wedged into her shithole, and before Callie dug in she said a little prayer. Lois couldn't hear all of it, but she heard the very end, something like...

"...and with this ass, and this cunt, I thee wed. Forever and ever."

Then the young woman smashed her face into the upturned buttocks, and Lois squealed as she felt the frosting dripped over the crack of her ass, and the eager tongue and lips sucking in chocolate cake, working their way deeper and deeper toward her asshole...and then Lois was grabbing at the sheets, as Callie ate and ate, and the tongue squirmed as deep inside of her butt as it would go, and Lois had never cum with her ass before, but there was just something about the night...and her wife's tongue...

...and just then, Lois Lane didn't care if they never saw Blaze again.