Epilogue: Udder Changes

"They just keep growing," Lois Lane said.

"So I see," Doctor Midnigte said dryly.

The reporter had come to the office in a burka, the head-to-toe covering made her stand out in a crowd, but it also concealed her blood-red skin, the pure-violet eyes...and her increasingly massive breasts.

All four of them.

Having spent most of her adult life as a 32A, the post-pregnancy bloat to 36E Lois' topmost breasts had settled in at had been a pleasant side-effect of the pregnancy. Yet the two tits that had grown in underneath them, a consequence of the same changes that had made Lois Lane's appearance closer to her demon wife's, had been an unexpected change...and those underboobs were now 32DDs, the dark purple nipples sore, sensitive, and leaking black milk faster than Lily Lane could drink it.

Reduced to her socks and panties, the reporter had felt relatively unselfconscious as he took her height, weight, and other vitals...though she had frowned as the scale tipped to 160 pounds. Twelve weeks after birth, and Lois was going in the absolute wrong direction if she wanted to regain her pre-pregnancy trimness...and addition to that, the muscles in her back and shoulders were really talking to her these days, and she had to sleep with a pillow between her tits just to get any rest at all.

The pooch of a belly had ceased to sag, but was now a taut little potbelly, crisscrossed with the dark lines of stretch marks. Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, and the reporter had felt her butt jiggle as she walked. So far, most of the weight had gone to the reporter's breasts and hourglass figure, but Lois knew it wouldn't be long before she was dealing with the beginning of a second chin or bingo flaps on her arms.

"I'd like to start running again, but it's impossible with these...cow tits," Lois said.

"You'll need a custom sports bra," Doctor Midnite said. He drew a card from his labcoat pocket. "There are a few specialists that help those in the metahuman community. Call them for a fitting."

Lois took the card, but the topless reporter sat there and debated how to best express her concerns and desires.

"I just...is this normal? I mean, could I have breast cancer or something? Should we be looking at a mastectomy?" Behind the words were all of the reporter's adult fears: surgery, chemotherapy, losing her hair, dying before Lily could remember her...

"Your situation isn't exactly normal," Doctor Midnite said. "And we can certainly do some tests, especially if you notice any lumps—you're familiar with self-check-ups?"

"Yes," Lois said, remembering Wonder Woman's campaign to raise awareness of breast cancer.

"However, post-pregnancy swelling isn't uncommon for a lactating mother. Speaking of which, how is your health otherwise? Is the baby eating normally?"

They talked for a few minutes, Doctor Midnite calm, the eyes hidden by those dark shades. Lois felt so calm talking to them—but she was too used to interviews to not recognize when he stopped with the simple questions and got to the one he really needed an answer to.

"Sexual relations have resumed?" He asked.

Lois Lane smiled, remembering this morning as Blaze had pumped her in the shower, the overflow of her black jizz dripping down her wife's thighs and swirling in the drain. The reporter licked her lips as she thought of the terrible waste.

"Yes," she said. "Almost, uh, back to the levels before I give birth. Sometimes I don't really feel up to it...my stomach's been off a bit. I keep taking these post-natal gummy vitamins and then I overdo it on the junkfood and I get a bit nauseous."

She couldn't see Doctor Midnite blink, what with the goggles, but he grew very still.

"Post-natal vitamins?" he said. "I don't believe I ordered you any."

Now it was Lois Lane's turn to blink. "But...I've been eating these things like damn candy for weeks!"

The reporter reached over, pendulous crimson tits like ripe tomatoes on the vine, and dug into her purse to pull out the unmarked brown pill bottle. Doctor Midnite opened it and poured out a golden gummy, like a mold of some ancient fertility idol captured in amber, a small WT emblazoned on the belly.

"Ah," he said. Lois didn't like the way he said it.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I believe this is pregonocyn—a new synthetic hormone pill developed by WayneTech. To be prescribed as an oral fertility booster for couples that have difficulty conceiving." Doctor Midnite's jaw worked. "They are not supposed to be on the market yet. You've been eating them for how long?"

Lois did a quick mental calculation. "Eight, maybe ten weeks?"

"And the nausea you've been experiencing..." he asked. Lois frowned as she saw where his line of questioning was going.

"Maybe three weeks," Lois said.

"Date of last menstruation?"

"A year ago," Lois said dryly. "Before I got pregnant with Lily."

"And have you been using birth control?" Doctor Midnite said finally.

She just looked at him. He smiled.

"Right. Well, we'll check your blood work, but for now, perhaps you could...go to the restroom," he turned to a cabinet and withdrew a sealed pregnancy test and handed it to her.

"Whose de cutest little demonspawn in the world?" Blaze said as she booped her daughter's pink nose. "Is it you? Yes it is! Yes it is! Oh, hey babe."

The last was to Lois Lane, who shuffled into the apartment and pulled the burkha off. There was a dazed, shell-shocked expression on her face, and the demon picked up on the mood immediately.

"Babe? Lois, what's wrong?" the scarlet succubus said.

"We need a bigger place," Lois took a deep breath, winced as the weight of her milky tits pulled at the muscles in her back and shoulders. "I'm...pregnant, again."

"I mean...that's good, right? We were talking about giving Lily a little brother or sister," Blaze said.

"The doctor thinks...it's going to be multiples," Lois let her hand rest on her little pooch of a belly. It was too early for her to show. It was probably just post-pregnancy chub...but as Doctor Midnite had made clear, there was nothing 'normal' about demon pregnancies.

Lily, violet eyes having zeroed in on the black bounty leaking out of Lois Lane's exposed boobs, reached for them. The parents did the handoff, Lois sighing as the baby began to suckle. All of her plans of going back to normal, going back to work, were gone. She wasn't sure how the heck she was supposed to be an investigative reporter with a belly full of babies and four huge leaking tits and...

...the last piece slid into place in the reporter's mind. Lois had heard of pregnancy brain, but she was still shocked it had taken her this long to understand what had happened.

"Somebody wanted me to get pregnant—really pregnant. Super pregnant," the reporter said. "And I'm going to find out who and why!"