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Chapter 21 by Zeebop Zeebop

The End

Epilogue: What Goes In...

Doctor Midnite ran the ultrasound over the reporter's distended stomach. She didn't feel that she looked that pregnant, but her lower abdomen did have a bulge in it, just an inch or two, like what Lois might get in a bad case of bloating...and she couldn't suck it in.

His office was clean, discrete, and he hadn't even blinked when Zatanna had made the referral. Blaze had even put on her human guise while they were out. To all the world, it looked like Lois Lane and her tall, lanky new girlfriend stopping into a nondescript office.

On the monitor, they could both clearly see the round, ovoid forms. Inside of them, shadowed and hazy, a pair of dark commas. Lois felt her heart skip a beat just looking at them. Her babies. She squeezed Blaze's hand.

"Well, they seem to be developing fine. When did you say the implantation occurred?" The doctor asked, turning to her. She couldn't see his eyes with those dark sunglasses he wore.

"Last night." Lois gave a sheepish grin.

"Hmm hmm. Well, this isn't my first time dealing with something like this..."

Blaze blinked. "Really?"

"Miss, I've been treating female superheroines for over sixty years." He said dryly. "And in my experience, if a species is human-compatible, a human is going to copulate with it. So no, the fact Miss Lane is currently carrying eggs is not particularly the issue. She is a strong, healthy young woman, and for the most part I suspect we might treat this like a normal pregnancy."

"For the most part?" Lois asked.

"The human body," he tapped her belly button. "Is not designed to lay eggs. Strange but true. Most of the functions of the hard-shelled egg are carried out by the human womb and placenta, protecting the embryo and providing the proper nutrition and environment for it to develop."

"So you're saying..." Blaze said.

"The pregnancy will likely be shorter and more intense than you expect. You were impr-egg-nated—if you'll excuse the pun—last night. I don't know what size the unfertilized eggs were when they entered your womb, but now that they've been fertilized, they are currently the size of hen's eggs. I would suspect that the final size when the hard shell forms will be commensurate with a mature ostrich egg—if not larger."

He took out a rag to wipe the gel off the reporter's belly.

"This of course brings up the issue I mentioned earlier of laying. Whatever goes into you, must eventually come out."

Lois stared down at herself. It was hard enough imagining pushing a baby out of her pussy, much less a pair of footballs.

"The options as I see it are down to two: either caesarian section—"

The reporter grimaced.

"—or a series of strenuous exercises to make yourself pliable enough to safely pass the eggs through your birth canal without permanent damage."

The reporter pursed her lips. "If we chose the latter...the former would still be on the table right? In an emergency?"

The doctor nodded.

"Okay," Lois took a deep breath. "So um...what are we talking about?"

Reaching into his bag, Doctor Midnight brought out two white tubes with screw taps, as big as a large toothpaste tube.

"These tubes contain a gel made of concentrated gingo—the tropical fruit which provides the Elongated Man with his elasticity. The effects on non-metahumans like yourself are less dramatic and temporary, but with repeated use they can be used to greatly increase the elasticity and volume of the vagina, without tearing or decrease in muscle density."

He handed her the tubes. Then he came up with a cold metal tool that Lois Lane knew all too well.

"This is a four-way lateral expander speculum. You will want to sterilize this before and after each use. Apply the lube liberally to your vagina, and then very carefully insert the speculum and expand it. Do not expand it to the point of pain! You will want to leave it in at least twenty minutes each evening before you go to bed, and then you'll need to plug yourself with something as you sleep each night."

The reporter blinked. "Plug?"

"A dildo, Miss Lane. You will need to acquire dildos of increasing diameters to keep your vagina stretched during the night, the better to acclimate. I regret that I do not keep such items among my normal stock." He set his chin to his chest. "I believe the supply of gingo lubricant should be sufficient for two weeks. We'll schedule an appointment for then so we can check on your progress."

"Er," Blaze raised a hand. "Is it...safe to...engage in sexual intercourse during the pregnancy?"

The human woman wanted to laugh. If she didn't know better, she'd think the demon was embarrassed at her question. The old man smiled.

"Provided that you do not penetrate the plug in the cervical canal, I see no reason why normal sexual relations cannot be enjoyed." He coughed politely. "Forgive me for being old-fashioned, but are the two of you married?"

Lois licked her lips. "We uh...haven't really discussed the future much yet."

The doctor smiled. "I suggest you might think harder about the future. If you do ever feel the need..." He peeled off a glove, and reached into a secret wallet for a card. "...this gentleman is licensed to perform ceremonies. Nondenominational."

Blaze took the card and read. Frowned. "Jason Blood does weddings?"

Fin?

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