Epilogue: Wedding Prep

There was more to being human than Blaze knew. Lois had helped her through it: eating right, exercising so that she wouldn't get fat, makeup and skincare, the whole beauty routine. The dickgirl reporter helped her out, every step of the way...and Blaze, knowing her old body, showed Lois how to push past her limits.

"Babe, I just came..."

"You're thinking like a human," Angelica Blaze said with a smile, as she slid onto her fiance's cock, the night's previous loads rolling down the veiny shaft from the cum-packed puss. "You can cum so much more than you think you can."

On their bed, Angelica became every man's dream: a wanton slut, **** for sex. And Lois Lane became every woman's ideal lover: one that knew the ins and outs of a woman's body, who was conscientious and aware of her moods and feelings, who could deliver a gentle cuddle without needing to prong away at every hole, or who could throw Blaze onto the bed and rip through her cunt in a state of primal lust as the occasion demanded.

Two weeks of living together, learning to be together, and Lois asked a very serious question. It was midnight, and they lay next to each other in bed, fingers threaded together. Jizz was leaking out of Angelica's cunt and Lois Lane's dick, and they were panting, sweaty, basking in the afterglow. Nothing elaborate tonight, just a last quick fuck before bed, Blaze wanting to fall asleep with a part of Lois still in her, even though she knew there would be clean up in the morning. Then Lois asked:

"Babe...have you had your period?"

The demon in the reporter's old body blinked. She looked down at her stomach. It was still flat; she had been conscientious of keeping it in top condition, and had been following the exercise videos that Lois had recommended while her fiance was at work.

"Am I supposed to?"

"By now...yeah."

"You mean...I'm really..." Blaze seemed to almost shiver with excitement.

"I think," Lois said, "we'll need to speed up getting you an ID, because I think the wedding has just been fast-tracked."

The demon grinned. Most of the time, it looked like Blaze was trying on her old half-smile on the reporter's face, and the result looked oddly out of place. Now, Angie's whole face went into a manic grin, showing shiny white teeth. The woman sat up and threw her leg over Lois Lane's hip. She grabbed the flaccid cock like a joystick and began to rub it back into life.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"Babe..." Lois smiled and rubbed her lover's thighs. "It's too soon for a test. We probably won't know for a couple of weeks."

Blaze's eyes were almost glowing. She raised her hips and stuck out her stomach, as if imagining what it would look like with a baby bump. One change that she had made to Lois's body was to shave away the carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair, so that Angie's cunny was now bare and smooth...and now she rubbed her naked pussy on the swiftly swelling cock.

"We're not sleeping tonight," Angie said. "I want to celebrate."

Lois grinned back. It was crazy talk...and knowing her own body, Angie would probably crash in a couple of hours, fucked out and dripping spunk from every hole. The dickgirl reporter wouldn't have it any other way.

"We'll need a guest list...a venue...your sister can be the bridesmaid...oooh, do you think your father can walk me down the aisle?"

The reporter cocked her head. "You want to talk about this now?"

Blaze slipped the stiff shaft back into its warm little home. She pressed her body against Lois, so that their stomachs and breasts touched, and they lay face to face. Like mirror images.

"Well, we have to get married soon...unless you want to see if they make wedding dresses for big pregnant bellies."

"I'm pretty sure they do—mmmh!"

Angie silenced her fiance with a kiss. The demon began to move, rolling her hips and squeezing her pussy muscles. She was pregnant. She was going to be married.

Just as she had planned...