Feed Her

"...a fire that must be fed," Blaze said, her voice a whisper in the darkness.

The smell hit Lois Lane's nostrils, and the pregnant reporter turned her head to the kitchen. Roasting meat, dripping fat, burnt crunchy bits. Blaze let the reporter go as the naked woman with the bulging belly slid off the bed, staggering on weak legs toward the smell, drawn onwards by her stomach.

Lois didn't see the devil's smile get a little wider.

The table was lit by a black candle sputtering on a pale white skull. Heaped around it were platters of fresh pink meat. Steaks, pale slivers of ribs in their neat rows, steaming piles of a carnivore's feast.

The pregnant woman fell on it like a starving woman. Her teeth crunched through the soft, succulent flesh, juices running down her throat, and knew a satisfaction that she had never felt with any other meal. She couldn't even tell what kind of meat it was—pork, maybe, although some of the softer beats reminded her of veal, and all of it was cut in such a way that you could never tell what kind of animal it had come from.

Blaze brought the chair up behind Lois, and the reporter sat down, still stuffing her face.

She could feel the food slide down her gullet into her stomach. Yet it never stayed there, and the reporter never seemed to remain "full" for more than a moment. Worse, she could feel her body changing, weight increasing, belly slowly growing as she worked her way through the piles of meat. The demon took a position out of the way, ass against a kitchen counter, stroking her cock as she watched the reporter's waistline unnaturally spread.

Minute after minute, the relentless march of her gut spread outward. Never soft and fat, but always hard, the thing inside her uterus growing. Absently, in her brief moments of lucidity, Lois realized that her belly was resting against the edge of the table now, stomach so swollen she appeared to have swallowed a basketball. Even her breasts were a bit bigger than normal, resting against the high dome of her belly. If she had looked visibly pregnant before, now she looked damn near full term.

Lois was panting as she sucked the meat off of the final rib. She was feeling full now, the last few bites swallowed only with difficulty, the hunger reduced to a dull throb of need.

"What...what was that?" The reporter asked, trying to ignore the endless dribble of Blaze's precum. "What did I eat?"