Epilogue: Week 12

The woman in the mirror was undeniably pregnant. While her body remained slim and fit, there was a discernible, distinct dome in her lower abdomen, centered around her belly button. When Lois looked down, she couldn't see her pussy any more past the event horizon of her own burgeoning womb. Blaze had volunteered to help her shave down there.

In a normal pregnancy, a woman might be 17 or 19 weeks before her body looked like this. For Lois Lane, it was week 12.

The dickgirl slid in behind her. Angelica seemed to have a sixth sense for when Lois was feeling ****. Slim arms threaded underneath the gravid reporter's own, sliding down to cradle the hard belly. The hard pointed chin rested on Lois Lane's right shoulder. The familiar hard cock pressed against the pregnant woman's ass cheeks.

"How is mommy feeling today?" She purred.

"Tired. Overwhelmed." Lois said honestly. "Excited. Anxious. I'm so big already."

"And growing bigger," Angelica kissed her neck softly. "How big are they?"

"The size of plums." The reporter said, remembering what she had read in the pregnancy books. That seemed to be most of what she was doing now, reading pregnancy books and articles. Even her editor had noticed when she'd started turning in investigative pieces on Amazon tracking algorithms focusing on pregnant women and historical think pieces on how the introduction of instant formula affected third-world countries.

"My big fruit basket." Angie kissed a little higher. Her hands started moving in circles around that belly. "By Satan you're sexy."

Lois Lane smiled. If there was one thing she had to say about her relationship with Angie Blaze, it was that the dickgirl always made her feel wanted. The reporter just wished she knew more about her. While open and honest about sex, everything else about the shemale was a closed book—she didn't speak about her time as an escort, or what led her to it; didn't want to talk about her family or where she was from. The paperwork she had showed she was naturalized citizen of the United States, originally from Khandaq, but there the trail went cold. She had plenty of money, apparently, but did no work—spending almost all of her time at the reporter's apartment. Claimed to have sold her own place.

Who are you, love? Lois wondered.

"I was thinking we might do something a little different tonight," Blaze said, a wicked gleam in her eye.

The pregnant woman repressed a shudder. Blaze was very naughty and practically insatiable in bed. She'd already talked Lois into doing quite a few things she'd never imagined herself doing—but that in a way was one of the things she loved about her. So open with her affections and desires.

Blaze led Lois into the bedroom. There was a camera on a tripod pointed at the bed. The reporter's eyes widened.

"Don't say no," Angie said, guiding the reporter's hand down to her hard cock. "this is just for us. think of it as a development diary, to track your progress."

The reporter felt her heart beat faster. She knew this was a bad idea...sex tapes always were. Sooner or later, they'd get out. But then again, they weren't celebrities, really. Just a pregnant woman and her dickgirl lover. It was all down to whether she trusted Blaze...and Lois admitted, the taboo nature of it was a thrill.

"Okay," she said. "How do you want me?"

Facing the camera, Lois Lane lowered herself down on the dickgirl's raging erection. The well-greased head of the cock pressed against the well-lubed asshole and the reporter's sphincter parted like a piston slipping into a cylinder. The reporter sighed as she rested her thighs on Blaze's own, feeling so full, unable to stop staring at the little green light that showed the camera was recording.

"Look into the lens, love," Angie whispered as she started to move, hips wagging, cock moving up and down, in and out of the reporter's ass. The dickgirl's had reached from behind to squeeze Lois Lane's breasts. "Tell the camera what you are, what's going on..."

Lois took a deep breath. She **** a smile on her face, remembered the lessons about being on television. Stared at the camera, spoke in a loud clear voice.

"Hello, I'm Lois Lane," Blaze squeezed her nipples. "I'm twelve weeks pregnant with triplets, and I love getting fucked in the ass..."