Epilogue: Unhealthy Relationship

"You're fired," said Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet.

Lois Lane's jaw fell open.

"But...Perry...I'm..." She indicated the stomach that stuck out over a foot in front of her.

"Lois, I like you. I don't know how you hid your pregnancy this long, and frankly, you getting knocked up has nothing to do with it," he stared at her with bloodshot eyes. She could almost feel his hypertension from here. "The fact is, you haven't been able to turn in any usable copy for a month. I can't afford to keep paying you a salary if you don't write something I can print!"

"I've been...distracted," Lois said, her hand resting on her gravid belly.

It was true. Ever since her night out, Lois Lane's life had been one long series of turmoil. Her father had stopped talking to her entirely, she'd had to buy an entirely new wardrobe, everyone at work was whispering about her, and not even bothering to hide it...and then there was everything else with the pregnancy. Doctor's visits every week, medical bills starting to come in, her ankles were swollen, she had to pee every fifteen minutes...she was lucky to get even a few hours of sleep at night, and although thankfully she didn't suffer morning sickness, she was still facing terrible cravings and eating like a pig...

...and then there was Blaze.

The demon had hit her life like a hurricane. She had moved into the reporter's apartment immediately, and seemed to be doing her damndest to ruin Lois Lane's life. Answering the door naked, jerking off into the pregnant woman's panties, eating the last of the pickles...and she had turned the reporter's kitchen into her office, running her illegal operations by phone and laptop. They'd had so many fights...the **** in the bathroom. The whores that had shown up at 3 in the morning. Leaving food out so that they had to get the place sprayed for ants...

...and pestering her constantly for sex. Walking around naked with her dick hanging out, taunting Lois. Wagging it in the pregnant reporter's face while she was trying to write articles at home. Bending her over in the shower and slipping it in so that she was constantly late for work. More days than not, Lois had to report in to the Daily Planet with spunk dribbling down her thighs, bags under her eyes, exhausted, without her articles.

No wonder Perry White was firing her. It felt like the straw breaking the camel's back.

"Perry...please! I don't have enough money to raise the babies without a job!"

"Then maybe you should have thought of that before you got knocked up!" He slammed his fist into the desk, red in the face. His lips quivered, speckles of froth at the edges of his mouth.

He sat back heavily in his chair and grabbed at his left arm.

"You think," he puffed, "I want to do this? You were," huff huff, as if trying to catch his breath, "my best...reporter... Now...you're...a...knocked...up...bimbo..."

Perry White was turning purple. He sank deeper in the chair. Lois waddled around the desk. She lifted a hand from her gravid abdomen to grab his wrist...the pulse was weak...thready...

"Oh hell," she muttered.

Blaze had saved her three-quarters of the pizza. Lois sat down heavily at the table and began to eat it, mechanically.

Crimson hands rubbed her shoulders...then reached down to squeeze the reporter's milk-swollen breasts.

"Rough day, babe?" The demonic dickgirl purred.

"Well, Perry White was in the middle of firing me when he had a heart attack," Lois said. "At first, everybody thought the ambulance was coming for me. Perry's a tough old bastard, so he'll probably make it. Whether I'm still fired when he gets out of the hospital..."

Lois let her hand fall onto the table in her arms.

"I can't live like this."

"I don't know why you want to work at the Daily Planet anyway," the demon said. "When you could stay home and fuck me."

"There's a little thing called money, Blaze." Lois said.

Red fingers tweaked the reporter's nipples through her shirt...and a pile of green bills, wrapped in rubber bands, appeared on the table. Hundred dollar bills. Hundreds of them.

"What...?"

"I run a business, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Why would I do that if I didn't profit from it?"

"But this is...illegal...dirty money..." Lois protested.

"Think of the babies. Money buys a lot of diapers...formula...start some college funds."

Lois groaned. She couldn't believe that she'd fallen to the point where she was actually considering taking Blaze's dirty money. But she didn't have much in savings after all her expenses recently, and she couldn't ask her dad because he wasn't talking to her, and as soon as Perry got out of the hospital Lois could be out of a job...

"Of course, if I'm picking up the slack, I want a little consideration for it. No more denying me when I want a fuck. Starting now."

The pregnant woman stared at the last remaining slice of pizza. She felt like a big, fat pig...and now she was going to be a whore. Again.

Without waiting for Lois to agree, Blaze pulled the chair up. Lois rested her arms on the table as she stood, the belly hanging down and bumping the table edge. The demonic dickgirl flipped up her babymama's maternity skirt and ripped the panties off, the better to get at her slit.

"Hmm, you're already wet and ready for me!"

"Mghm agwagh wegh," Lois mumbled through the last slice of cold pizza. She blamed it on the pregnancy hormones, but the truth is her sex drive was almost constant.

Blaze needed no preamble as she eased her scarlet schlong into its familiar home. Once, it would have been hard for Lois to accommodate that length and girth...but not it slipped in easily, as if shaped for her cunt and her cunt along.

The demon gave a sigh as she began to move, lazily thrusting into her favorite cumdump. The balls swinging freely, slapping against the pregnant woman's labia.

This, Lois Lane thought, as she swallowed the last bite of pizza. Is not a healthy relationship.