Epilogue: To The Whites Of Her Eyes

Dawn came, cold and sullen, the sun hidden by clouds. Lois Lane stretched her red limbs in bed. Smiled as she saw the belly stretching out in front of her like a great taut tomato the size of a pumpkin. She couldn't believe that it was all her. Thirty weeks, pregnant with...well, the doctor's best guess was five, now. The scarlet reporter rubbed the skin, her red fingers playing at the outie belly button. Angie was still snoring beside her.

With an effort, Lois raised herself up to a sitting position, and swung her feet out over the bed. The bed creaked slightly as the gravid reporter shuffled her ass nearer the edge, the bloated belly in her lap. Muscles in her lower back began talking to her as she leaned forward, gravity pulling at her massive stomach; muscles in her shoulders and upper back tensed as her great scarlet breasts sloshed back and forth. Lois couldn't believe how much her breasts had been growing these last few weeks...and the dark purple veins showed through her otherwise flawless red skin.

Grunting, thighs tensed, Lois **** herself to her feet. The reporter put her hands on her lower back, leaning so that her tummy jutted out in front of her. Her hands slid down and realized that more than just her boobs and stomach had been growing. Weeks of low activity at home and Angie's home-cooked meals and ice cream runs had filled out the reporter's ass and thighs. She wasn't fat...but her curves were definitely curvier, and Lois often caught Angie's eyes following her more now that she had a bit of jiggle to her cheeks.

The reporter yawned silently and waddled into the bathroom. Angie had actually installed handlebars in the bathroom, as Lois found it harder and harder to get around, and spent more and more time in bed.

She ran the water over her toothbrush and looked in the mirror. Her teeth, never exactly yellowed, were looking whiter and sharper than ever...in fact, sometimes the pregnant reporter caught her incisors on her lower lip. Blaze hadn't said anything, and Lois had checked and pregnancy definitely didn't make your teeth grow, but still...she couldn't get over the idea that they were...

Lois Lane paused in her introspection. There was something wrong about her reflection in the mirror. The pregnant woman leaned closer, letting her belly rest on the edge of the sink, studying her face carefully. She couldn't say immediately when the problem was. It was the same face she had seen since the spreading scarlet stain had covered her face a month or more ago. The pregnant woman frowned...and then, just like that, she saw it. Her eyes widened.

Her eyes...

Lois had been born with vivid violet eyes. It was one of her most distinct attributes. Yet now as she stared into the mirror, she realized that her eyes were a solid violet. No whites, no small black pupil. Just a single band of color.

Like Blaze's.

Scarlet hands, the same color as Lois Lane's, slid beneath the reporter's arms and lifted the swollen tits off of her belly. Lois's nipples had darkened to be almost black, though she knew that Blaze's were still pink as unripe strawberries. The demon dickgirl's hands could scarce hold the massive melons, which wobbled and jiggled. Angie's mouth appeared at Lois's neck, planting sloppy, sleepy kisses. The length of her morning hard-on rubbed up against the reporter's softer and thicker ass.

"Morning love," Blaze whispered. "I've got your morning creampie..."

"Angie," Lois said, hands gripping either edge of the sink. "Look at my eyes."

The demon opened her eyes. Pure white, no pupil or iris...and Lois saw those eyes open wider as she stared at the reflection in the mirror.

"Oh damn," the dickgirl's cock began to drool down the crack of the reporter's ass. "That's sexy."

"But what does it mean?" Lois said. "I mean, I thought...I thought it was just my skin!"

Blaze blinked. Her hips were moving around and Lois lifted herself up on her toes to better facilitate the cock slipping into her cunt. As always, these days, Lois was slick and ready for her. It seemed like all day her pussy was just a juicy, dripping mess. The reporter couldn't remember the last time she had actually been dry down inside her vagina. It was the kind of thing that would have been disconcerting...months ago...in another life.

"Well...you do have...quite a lot of demonic essence inside of you," Angie said as she pushed forward. Lois bit her lower lip, her incisor teeth looking like fangs. Her clit was grinding against the lip of the sink. "We might expect a few more changes...and...well...some of them might be persistent."

Lois pushed back, needing to feel all of Blaze inside of her. A little moan slipped through her lips, and Blaze let one of her breasts drop to grab onto the reporter's stomach for support.

"You mean...after I give birth...I might...stay like this?"

"Yesss..." Blaze hissed, and Lois couldn't tell if it was the feeling of her cock in its familiar sheath, the reporter's cunt squeezing her dick hard and tight, or in answer to her question...and right then and there, Lois Lane didn't care. The demon's hips slammed into her ass, the impact running through her jiggly ass like a wave. The reporter's belly hit the faucet. On her tippy toes, Lois Lane's thighs trembled. She pushed back as well as she could to meet those thrusts, to let that cock drive deep inside of her...but it was Angie's first ejaculation of the day, and Lois knew from experience that it was going to be quick. Later, after coffee, Blaze would cover over to her and let Lois suck it hard again...and then the second, longer fuck would finally clear the cobwebs from the reporter's head.

Blaze grunted, her black jizz spurting deep. If Lois wasn't already pregnant, she had no doubt that would have been a dangerous one. She could feel the hot cum deep inside her cunt, a hot sticky load that would stay inside of her all day.

She stared into the mirror. The same face, only red. The same color to her eyes, even though they were more like Angie's. Lois wondered what it would be like if she just...stayed like this. Maybe forever.

Somehow, that didn't seem so bad at all.