Epilogue: Weighing In

The pregnant reporter pulled at the sash and let her robe fall to the floor.

She had to muster her courage before she stepped on the scale.

Deep breath Lane, Lois Blaze-Lane thought to herself. She closed her eyes and drew the air in through her nostrils. **** her body to relax. It was one little step...and as soon as her feet settled on the scale, Lois let the breath out. She stared downward.

Her breasts had never looked fuller. The pink nipples had darkened and swelled, the blue veins were more prominent. They rested on the upward curve of her stomach, which swelled outward, taut and soft.

A little too far outward. Lois wiggled back and forth. Her fists clenched at her sides.

"Angie?" She called out.

"Yes, sweetmeat?" The demonic dickgirl appeared as though summoned.

"Read the scale for me," her wife ordered.

The scarlet succubus dropped into a squat. There was a moment of silence, and Lois closed her eyes, waiting for the blow to fall.

"Two hundred and one pounds," Blaze said. "Point two."

"Aaargh!" Lois shook in frustration. "I'm...fat!"

"You're eighteen weeks pregnant," the demon said as she straightened up. "Very pregnant. Weight gain is perfectly normal during pregnancy."

"Not this much!" The reporter said. "Most women gain like...fifteen, twenty pounds tops! I'm not even halfway through, and I've gained over seventy pounds!"

Blaze stood back. In truth, the reporter's thighs had thickened considerably, and her belly stood out further than some women who were full term. The breasts had practically exploded, the skin stretching from under the reporter's armpits, and even Lois' arms were looking fuller and thicker...and there was a softness below her jaw that was the bare beginnings of a second chin.

"You're beautiful," Blaze said simply. "And pregnant with quadruplets."

"I'm a pig," Lois said as she stepped off the scale. "A cow."

The demon's red hands slid around her wife's stomach. The fingers squeeze, pinching a handful of soft flab between their hands.

"If you're the cow," Blaze said, her voice low and husky. "I'm the lucky bull that breeds you."

To emphasize her point, the dickgirl pressed her cock between the cheeks of Lois Lane's ass. A softer, fuller butt than Lois had ever had in her life. Chairs no longer hurt her bottom. Quite the opposite. Her office chair at work was feeling...snug.

"I don't want to be fat," Lois said. "I won't want to...be obese. To have all those health issues. I already can't fit into most of my clothes. I don't want to be one of those women who have to drive around in scooters and eat an entire box of ice cream."

"So when the babies come, diet. Exercise. Hell, get liposuction. We can afford it." Blaze planted her face in Lois' neck and began to kiss her, as her hands roamed over the swollen stomach that jutted out in front of her. The heat of the reporter's soft body was like nothing she had experienced as a demon, where the bodies tend to be hard things...

"Easy for you to say," the reporter said bitterly. "You haven't gained an ounce."

"Demon," Blaze whispered. One hand slid down to grab the soft mount of fat that had begun to pooch over the reporter's pudenda. "Even your pussy is fat. You can take me so easily now."

It was the wrong thing to say. The tears dripped down Lois Lane's face and onto her swollen teats. Her body wracked with sobs, setting everything to jiggle. Blaze, realizing she said the wrong thing, bent her knees and grabbed those thunderous thighs...and lifted.

To a being that could lift tens of tons easily, two hundred pounds of pregnant wife were nothing.

She set the crying woman down on the bed. Her red hands rubbed the great dome of the stomach, then one slid underneath. Fingers ran over Lois' slit, to test how wet she was. Angie didn't want to hurt her by going in dry...

"You know, sweetmeat," the demon said with a grin. "Sex burns calories..."

Lois sniffed. Her violet eyes had lost none of their power, and she fixed a stare at Blaze that sent a shiver down the demon's spine and made her cock stiffen so much it hurt. The scarlet succubus could almost see the wheels turn in the reporter's head.

"If I go on a diet," the reporter thought. "And do more exercise...and fuck you about six times a day...maybe I'll be able to at least keep my weight stable through the end of the pregnancy."

Blaze smiled as she slid into her wife. The fat pussy gripped her like nothing else in her experience. The demon couldn't believe she had ever been attracted to thin women before.

"That's the spirit," Blaze said as she drew her dick back. Black lightning shivered up her horns as the contents of the fridge suddenly included three more gallons of ice cream, and the 2% low fat milk was replaced with heavy cream. Carrots and celery disappeared, replaced with boxes of Snickers and Oreos. "We want you to be healthy after all."

The demon flexed her buttocks and sent her cock slamming into her wife. Watched the little ripple of the impact through her fat.

Lois grabbed the slim red arms. "Just one thing," the pudgy pregnant woman said.

There was a mighty heave, and a roll. Blaze let herself be slammed onto her back, all two-hundred plus pounds of her pregnant wife settled into her lap.

"If I'm going to burn some calories," Lois said. "Then I need to do most of the work!"

Trapped between those thick thighs, Blaze rested one hand on top of the reporter's distended abdomen as Lois began to rise and fall on the demonic dick...and the scarlet succubus had no problems with that. None at all.