Lois & Blaze review "Jay Craig, 36 year old divorcee" by saktongmanyak, Part 3

Pinned beneath her immense gravidity, there was nothing for the demon Blaze to do but continue her reading. She read aloud, certain some part of Lois Lane heard her as she repeated saktongmanyak's words. In truth, though Blaze would never admit it, she had a certain enjoyment in this falsely fecund state. With a grunt, she shifted over onto her side, the enormous crimson abdomen distended in front of her. It was heavier now, as fluid filled in her grotesquely expanded womb—not that she minded at all.

New chapters brought new ideas.

“Oh! Aunt Celeste? It’s been a while since we’ve seen her!”

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "My previous comment about adding new characters stands. But then, harem stories are all about the myriad connections and relationships. Like a polycule centered around a single character. I have to admit, my own interests tend to be more...one-on-one. Anyway, older cousin, MILF-type. Gotta catch 'em all."

A single drop of black milk oozed out of a sore, swollen nipple.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Cassie keeps chanting like one of those cartoon devils. Maybe you are just overthinking this. Like you said, if you really feel icky about it, it’s not like you can’t stop yourself from going after Celeste if you realize you don’t really want to.

"As hot as **** can sometimes be, the aphorism that nothing good comes from fucking your sister still holds true," Blaze said. "At least, in any universe that has a shred of morality. In this world, with a magic app? Go nuts. Someone will fap to it."

The demon's hand cupped a breast and squeezed. Her whole swollen scarlet form shivered as little streams of darkness sprayed on the sheets. A part of her wondered what Lois was doing inside of her. She was still alive—Blaze could feel the pulse of her heart, hear the sizzle of electricity in the reporter's brain, even as the naked woman floated, serene and untroubled in the black womb, the dark umbilical that Blaze's body produced feeding her what she needed.

One pervert to another, Blaze knew she couldn't throw too many stones.

“She used to be my babysitter.”

"So far, Jay has barely needed to leave his apartment to get laid," Blaze observed. "All the pussy is coming to him! Magnetic dick. Or saktongmanyak can't be bothered to have Jay actually actively pursue sex like a grown-up."

A part of you is guilt-ridden by the idea that you just made the world accept your incestuous fantasies with your cousin as something that’s not weird at all, but actually perfectly acceptable only for you. Another part, the part that was probably thinking for you last night when you let Cassie goad you into impulse buying a trait, is terribly excited at the prospect.

"At the same time, I'm not sure how many times we can do this dance. It's like a slow slide into corruption, except everybody seems cool with it and there's a line forming for his dick," Blaze thrummed her fingers against the taut skin of her belly. It was like tapping a watermelon. "It feels a bit disingenuous. At some point it feels better if Jay accepts he's a horny pervert loser and embraces that as part of his personality instead of 'Oops, I slipped and stuck my dick inside you, prepare for the best sex of your life.'"

Once again, Google was my friend in translating some of these phrases

"This is going to sound odd after all the complaints, but I do appreciate a little effort to get the non-English language bits right, even if it's just online translation software," Blaze said as she rubbed her stomach—which had begun to grow noticeably warm. The air over her massive gravid gut shimmered in a heat haze, though to Blaze it was a pleasant heat. She raised her right leg up, and a wave of heat emanated from her loins, hot enough to melt butter at three paces. Her fingers reached down to scratch at the engorged labia, swollen and sweaty.

She hoped a little more action would happen soon.

“If you are getting serious with this Cassie, I’ll have to ask it again… what are we doing here Jay?”

"It's a fair question," Blaze mused, as her fingers idly played with her labia. "I mean, at what point do you come out and admit you're building a harem? Jay doesn't seem to even realize that's what he's doing right now."

“I need to talk to your girlfriend first.”

"I respect the hustle," the demon admitted. "It would be easy to alternate sex chapter with plot chapter. I'm still not sure the pacing is where it should be, but I like that Tanya at least isn't just bending over the table, one tit in her pho as Jay plows her like a field, with the waitress standing by for her turn. That being said, she's taking the whole polyamory thing way too easily."

As Stella releases the last hurl of puke from her body, she stands up straight and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before Cassie could hand her a wet-wipe from her purse.

"Stella is officially the mom-friend. Which will be awkward if Jay actually marries her," Blaze said. One finger slid into her slit. The demon's immense swollen middle shifted slightly, as if its occupant could sense the intrusion at the mouth of the tunnel.

Stella pauses, releases a guttural grunt, then continues, “I was so fucking horny for him.”

"There is probably a story where a father and daughter are caught up in the influence of a magical app that generates an unnatural attraction that fights against their personal and cultural resistance to parent-child sexual relationships," Blaze admitted. "But this just feels like an Elektra Complex with extra steps."

A second finger slipped inside the crimson cunt, to stir Blaze up as she read on.

Viv! Okay, you need to remember her name now.

"Jay, I need a scoresheet to keep your bitches and potential bitches straight," the scarlet succubus said.

• Craig, Stella - Affection Score: 100.
  Love Score: 69 (+21)
  Lust Score: 96 (+13)

"Three hundred chapters of this," Blaze said as her fingers spread her labia. "I suspect they aren't going to go the whole Hapsburg, but if there is ever a sequel to this story it'll be 'Affection Multiplier: The Next Generation' where it's Jay Jr. and all his female cousins, half-sisters, and MILF-y 'aunts.' Or maybe he just inherits his dad's harem?"

The demon's lip curled up in what could have been a sneer or a leer.

You’re-a-piece-of-shit-dad-and-horrible-father-how-dare-you-make-your-daughter-feel-like-this-you-monster-she-should-just-live-with-her-mom-you-shitty-piece-of-shit—

"I respect the abracadbra charm of it all," Blaze observed as a third finger slid into her slimy slit. "Even if I think this is where saktongmanyak is having fun spouting playful dialogue like 'Then thank God for your dick!' in all caps."

It started out with a kiss.
How did it end up like this?

"Turning saints into the sea," Blaze sang with a chuckle. Her fingers splayed inside of her, and an almost imperceptible quiver went through her distended abdomen. As if Lois was responding.

“FUCK ME DADDY!” Stella finally shouts, and you oblige.

"Point of order," the demon observed, as three fingers churned her cunt. "Is Stella on birth control? Or do we get the fun and exciting prospect of a trip to the pharmacy to buy Plan B?"

Cassie and Tanya look at each other momentarily, giving each other knowing looks, before they both burst out laughing, almost keeling over if not for both of them holding onto each other for support, as they die laughing from hearing that shout come from what was obviously Stella’s voice.

"I'll say this much: I like the sex positivity angle. The sex relationships might be kinky but everybody is having fun, nobody feels like shit, nobody's ass has gotten split open from rough sex, or pissed on—not kinkshaming anyone into that sort of thing," the demon added. "Just noting that as perverse as the situation is, at least everyone is having a good time. Nobody's even gotten any hurt feelings. Yet"

With a hiss, Blaze pushed her pinky finger into her hole and drove her four fingers knuckle deep. Something definitely stirred into her overburdened womb.

Morning daughterfucker.

"I feel like this app should be like those sissy games where you have to choose a new name," Blaze said. "And from henceforth he will be known as Jay Daughterfucker."

You couldn’t help but immediately start fantasizing about possibly adding them to the growing list of women you’re now romantically linked with too, but before you could even begin to contemplate if that’s something you truly want to pursue, you’re reminded that before you add any more members to your growing relationship, maybe make sure all the current girls in it are getting along.

"He's beginning to believe," Blaze said. The demon's lips drew back from her teeth as she folded her thumb into the palm of her hand. Her juices gushed out over her wrist as, bent awkwardly over her swollen stomach, ripe as a great berry, the demon thrust her entire hand into her engorged scarlet snatch. The pure white eyes burned and black sparks arced between her horns as she thrust her fist in and out, slowly at first...a sense of anticipation growing within with each movement.

Perhaps the daughter-fucking had gotten her engine going.

“I’m calling that strike three. Should we schedule for mediation or should we just do it now?”

"I would give points if Jay Daughterfucker fucks the shit out of the old bitch just to shut her up," Blaze said grimly. There was definitely movement in her stomach now. More than that, the heat had grown. Beneath the taut scarlet skin, something began to glow.

“You might want to put some pants on.”

"Did Jay Daughterfucker talk to the old people with his dick out?" Blaze muttered. "I'm not clicking back to try and figure out what he was and was not wearing. Too close. Nearly there."

Then there’s you, in your white undershirt and boxers, hiding an erection underneath the dining table.

"I am perversely glad I'm not the only one that demanded clarification on this critical point of wardrobe," the demon said. With a grunt she tried to push her hand in deeper. With the weight of her womb crushed down on her vaginal canal, there wasn't much further to go. Dark fingers poked around the sensitive ring of muscle that served as the entrance to Blaze's womb.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Something gave way inside Blaze's body. A slow cramp compressed the muscles of her crotch, spread out to her thighs, hips, and lower back. A gush of dark, thick fluid flowed out over her hand and spread across the sheets like a wave. Blaze grinned mirthlessly.

"I won't say it's funny ha-ha," she said as the first spasm subsided, and the crown of Lois Lane's head pressed against her cervix from the other side. "But I do sort of enjoy the women enjoying the harem-ness of it all. This story has just begun, after all...long long way to go from here."