Epilogue: Up To Her Neck

Lois Lane swallowed as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe it was all her. At twenty-two weeks, her stomach stuck out as big as some women at full term. The dark line ran from her crotch up to her belly button, which was on its way from turning from an innie into an outie. In the mirror, hands braced on her lower back, Lois thought she looked like a giant tomato.

The skin had that kind of smooth, bright red texture and color. Her breasts sat on top of the belly, two great juicy mounds barely contained in her latest maternity bra. If Lois didn't know better, she'd swear that Blaze was using magic to make her tits keep growing, but her lover had promised her that wasn't the case. Even the doctor said that cases of pregnancy-induced macromastia wasn't too unusual...

The red stain had spread halfway up the reporter's neck, down her arms to the elbows, and just past her knees. Even with all the maternity clothes shopping she had been doing, Lois knew that she couldn't keep this up any longer. Another day or two, and it would be impossible to hide without donning a full burqa.

"You look hot in that turtleneck," Angie said, stroking her cock as Lois came out. The dark grey fabric clung tight to the reporter's tits and belly, the long dark skirt going clear down to her ankles. Lois smiled and took the compliment. Reaching down between the demonic dickgirl's legs, she gave the balls a little squeeze, her thumb pressing into the soft skin of Blaze's taint. The scarlet shemale stiffened, black jizz spurting from her dick right into Lois Lane's cup.

A little cream for her coffee.

Lois Lane was still licking the salty essence off her lips as she stepped into the offices at the Daily Planet.

Perry White was standing outside her cubicle. He smiled at her. Lois had begun to think the old pervert had a pregnancy fetish; he certainly hadn't pushed her into taking maternity leave before she had asked for it. Yet Lois was already starting to waddle; she'd put on thirty-five pounds, and had to dash to the toilet every half an hour. Even if she wasn't afraid of people catching a glimpse of her little secret, it was definitely time for her to start working from home.

"Hey Chief," she said, returning his smile. She noticed he wasn't meeting her eyes, his gaze drifting lower. Well, so the chief was a breast man. No harm in that.

"Lois," he said. "I know it's your last day, but I've got something for you...nothing strenuous," he added.

"Sure chief. What is it?" Lois said.

"Interview with Superman. Noon, up on the roof."

Lois shivered as the wind whipped past her. It was a conversation she hadn't really wanted to have. Her hands held her belly. Four little lives within. The reporter already loved them. Five and a half months ago, she never would have imagined herself like this...pregnant. With Angie.

Happy.

Boots crunched on snow. Lois turned around...and there he was, red cape whipping about in the wind, utterly unperturbed by the cold.

"Superman," she smiled, not sure how else to say.

"Hello Lois," he smiled back. "Thank you for coming. I wanted to see you before...you left."

"It's just maternity leave," Lois rubbed her stomach. "I'll be back after the babies are born."

He smiled a bit sadly. "That's...something I wanted to talk to you about. How is your relationship going? With Blaze?"

Lois stiffened. She could feel the blood drain from her face.

"I knew," he said. "Almost from the start. I could...smell her on you. I...kept tabs on you. I wanted to make sure you weren't being mind-controlled, or under the influence. But it's..."

Those big blue eyes were honest and sincere, but they only stayed on her face for a second before drifting southwards. "I'm sorry. I know it was an intrusion. But I care about you and Blaze...she was one of my enemies. For a long time."

The reporter took a deep, cold breath. "You're not still...keeping tabs?"

"No, I stopped all that. Once I was sure you were safe and...happy," He said, rubbing his hands together as if not sure what to do with them. Lois had seen Clark Kent make the same gesture, many times. Clark... Her eyes widened as pieces clicked into place.

"I wanted to tell you...I think you've been good, for her." He said. "She hasn't committed any crimes, given up her position in hell. I think...I think she's sincerely in love. I hope you two are very happy together. I mean that."

"Okay," Lois felt a kind of weight drop off her shoulders. She'd always wondered how 'the talk' would go with Superman, but she'd never imagined it quite like this. "Is that why you asked Perry for an interview with me? I mean, you could have left a note..."

"Actually Lois," a female voice said from behind her, another pair of boots touching the snow. "We asked for the interview because we have a little announcement."

The gravid reporter turned. A familiar red-cape danced in the wind. Blue eyes, blonde hair. Thighs bare despite the cold, but Metropolis in winter was nothing to the one and only Supergirl.

Lois Lane's eyes dropped down to the Maid of Might's stomach. Was it just her, or was it not quite as toned as it had been?

"Six weeks," Supergirl said. She smiled shyly. "Kal and I...wanted you to be the first to know. In nine months, the world will have another Kryptonian. A new Superboy."

"Or girl," Superman cut in.

The pregnant reporter let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"Wow. Um...how long have you two been...?" Lois asked.

"Three months now. Kal and I had a long talk, after you...started to show." Supergirl said. "I've always had feelings for him, but I knew that he was...interested in you. When he accepted that you were with Blaze..." She shrugged. "You don't hate me, do you?"

"No!" Lois said, almost with a laugh. "Great Caesar's ghost, no, I'm...honestly, I'm just happy that the two of you finally found each other."

The pregnant reporter turned to Superman. "I always cared about you Cla...Superman. You have to know that. But I think it's better this way. You two get to be together, and I get to be with Blaze, and..." She smiled. "Are we still friends?"

Superman walked over to Supergirl and wrapped her big arm around her shoulder, kissing her gently on the forehead.

"We'll always be friends, Lois. Always. But you're right, I think this is for the best. Because I love Kara..." he placed her hand on the blonde's stomach. "...and our baby."

Lois couldn't keep the stupid grin off her face. Behind her, there was a commotion.

"Oh hey!" Jimmy Olsen said, with a camera and tripod. "Hold that pose, will you Superfolks? That'll be a great shot of the whole Superfamily..."

"You will not believe this," Lois said as she stomped her boots on the welcome mat, snow falling off of her in icy chunks.

Angie, naked except for an apron that said "Suck Off The Cook," turned her body and stared at her pregnant girlfriend. "Babe? Have you looked in a mirror today?"

"Not since this morning," Lois said. "Why?"

"You uh...might want to."

Shrugging out of her jacket, Lois went straight to her bedroom, and the full-length mirror there...and her jaw dropped. Just above the turtleneck, the skin of Lois Lane's throat and jaw was bright blood red.

"How long..." she turned to Angie. "The coffee. The jizz in the coffee. Great Caesar's ghost, everyone...everyone in the office must have seen it..."

Lois sat down heavily. Angie was at her side in an instant.

"Babe? It's okay. You're on maternity leave now, right? It'll be alright."

The weight of Lois Lane's stomach filled her lap. She shook her head. All day. Superman and Supergirl must have seen it. Jimmy and Perry. Did they know? Had Clark told them? No, probably not. But still, what must they have thought...

"Look, I've got something to take your mind off it," her demon lover said, waggling her hard-on in the reporter's face. Instinctively, Lois opened her mouth. Angie slid her cock in past those lips, and the reporter began to suckle on it. Something about the salty precum, the warm, hard dick in her mouth, calmed her down immensely. A part of her remembered Superman's vague warnings about Angie's past, and wondered, briefly, if this was part of it...some grand scheme to make Lois a fat, pregnant cow addicted to her cock.

"Fuck, I think I'm addicted to your mouth," Angie Blaze sighed, her heavy testicles resting on the reporter's breasts. "I swear, there's nothing better than having your cock sucked by the woman you love."

The words made Lois Lane's heart flutter. Blaze did love her. And she did love Blaze. All those dreams she had about being with Superman...maybe they would come true for some other Lois on some other Earth, far off in the multiverse. But here and now...

The reporter's hands rose up and grabbed the naked demon's buttocks, pulling her closer. There was no need to hold back anymore, no need to hide who she was and what she wanted. Right now, that was more of Blaze's salty seed in her throat, sliding down into her belly. The reporter's fingers found the puckered anus, already lubed up and ready for her. Blaze knew her so well...and how much Lois liked a blowjob when she got home from work.

The shemale succubus sighed in contentment as her balls brushed against Lois Lane's chin. The reporter's fingers found her prostate and Blaze gripped Lois Lane's shoulders tightly as she shot off rope after hot rope of jet blaze jizz, feeding her lover and their brood.

Unseen by either of them, the scarlet stain spread over the curve of Lois Lane's chin.