Epilogue: What Might Have Been...

"...marriage of Superman and Wonder Woman. Just look at the happy couple!"

Lois Lane Blaze stared dully at the television. For once, the babies weren't crying. The reporter hadn't been aware, exactly, of when she'd realized she couldn't do it all herself. The last few months since the birth were a fog—her assignments at the Daily Planet had slipped as maternity leave had turned to working from home. Barely able to leave the house Angie had bought to get the kids to appointments.

At some point, Angie had brought in maids to do the housework. A cook to make meals. A personal trainer-slash-nutritionist who guided Lois away from junk food and into a gentle, regular exercise routine. Six babies and six months of stay-at-home mommy-ing had done devastating things to the reporter's figure, though her hip had finally healed. Her ridiculous swollen tits still oozed milk at night, and hung heavy on a pendulous belly. The skin beneath her jaw was beginning to sag. Thighs thick and dimpled with cellulite. She had looked at the scale this morning and cried when she saw that she weighed 198 pounds.

Lois looked at Wonder Woman, tall and thin, radiant in her white dress...and yes, there was the beginning of a belly there. Superman smiled happily. They looked like the perfect couple.

There, but for one night out, could be me, Lois thought.

Except it hadn't been just one night out. It had been night after night of passionate sex, Angie's cock always rock hard, emptying those swollen balls inside of her until endless streams of jizz trickled down out of the reporter's fat cunt and stained the sheets so badly that the maids blushed and crinkled their nose the next morning. No matter how fat she got, no matter how much pregnancy seemed to dull Lois Lane Blaze's intellect, Angelica loved her wife with the rampant libido of a cartoon wolf...and when Lois had caught her wife stare at a particularly buxom nurse, Lois had felt a flair of jealousy and fear like nothing she had ever known.

The staff quickly got used to the fact that they would see things in the house. Lois still insisted on breastfeeding all the babies, and her tits were often exposed, when she wore any clothing at all. Whenever there was a free moment, Lois Lane Blaze's hand or mouth found Angie's cock. Pudgy fingers squeezed around that stiff shaft and pumped, dirty words that Lois would never utter in front of the children came out in a tumble.

There were other things, in the bedroom, that Lois did to keep Angie's interest as well. Blaze was delighted whenever Lois wanted to try something new. Different positions, different toys. The babies' room was soundproofed. They couldn't hear their mother's screams, the crack of the whip, animalistic grunts, the begging and pleading...but the maids could. They were good girls, but Lois knew whispers got out. She wondered what reputation she might have left, if she ever returned to the Daily Planet.

The reporter stared at the wedding, and wondered if Wonder Woman would have to deal with any of that. If Superman's eyes would stray, if the green-eyed monster of jealousy would eat at the Amazon's soul, if she could juggle being a heroine and a mother.

Probably. Wonder Woman was practically a demigod. Lois Lane Blaze was only human.

Behind her, Angie lifted up the trailing edge of the reporter's robe. Lois spread her legs and leaned forward. No panties, no problem. She was even wet down there, not that it would have stopped the demonic dickgirl any. Angelica Blaze slid into her wife's cunt like a sword that's found its sheath.

"A handsome couple," Blaze murmured. "Pity they didn't invite us. You were such good friends, once upon a time."

Lois said nothing to that. Instead, she fished the test ouot of the pocket of her robe and passed it back to her wife.

The demon's hands shifted from the wide hips to cradle the reporter's soft stomach.

"You know, I wondered if you were breeding again," Angelica said softly, as she squeezed a roll of flab between her fingers. Lois grunted as she felt the hard cock stiffen even further inside of her.

"I thought I wasn't having my period because I was still breastfeeding," Lois said. "But the way I kept gaining weight...the doctor says I'm four or five months along."

Angie buried her face in her wife's hair, that had been allowed to grow long and wild. "The more the merrier."

"Do you really mean that, Angie?" Lois asked, as the reporter stared at the perfect couple fly off into the sunset.

Angelica Blaze answered by worldlessly pumping her wife's huge ass hard and fast. Jackhammering her cock in and out of that familiar cunt with all the thought and need of a rabbit during mating season. Squeezing the reporter's stomach between her hands as she pumped another thick load deep inside Lois Lane's already-impregnated uterus.

Lois smiled. Maybe every couple was different. Maybe she'd missed her chance with Superman. Yet she couldn't help but feel this life wasn't so bad after all.