Lois Can't Stop Eating

Lois and Blaze made light talk as they waited for the food. The demonic dickgirl focused on the reporter, her life, her work. The reporter had to restrain herself from interview-mode, though she wanted more details of her lover's own life, and the conversation flowed back and forth. They were still in the getting-to-know-you stage, feeling each other out...

Then the food arrived.

The woman wasn't aware how hungry she was, until the vast plate of pasta was laid before her. Veal sausage and savory mushrooms floated in the marina sauce, fresh-baked rolls with a honey glaze appeared on the table. No wine, though; a pitcher of chilled milk was set on the table, her glass filled...and Lois dug in.

There was no more talk for a while. She had expected this to be one of those cordial dinner dates, where food was enjoyed alongside conversation, but the gnawing need inside of her made that impossible. Her hands shook as she swirled the fork, bringing mouthful after mouthful to her lips, pausing only to gulp down milk to wash it down, or to tear apart a roll with her teeth, the sweet honey glaze balanced perfectly against the warm, soft dough.

Within minutes, Lois had cleared her plate, using the last of the rolls to sop up the sauce, stuffing it into her mouth.

She stared at the aftermath in something almost approaching horror. The reporter felt bloated and full, having devoured far too much far too quickly, almost sick. That one meal had as many calories as her diet would normally allow her in an entire day, and she had hoovered it down. Lois looked across at Blaze, to see if she had noticed the performance...

The demon hadn't touched her food. A seafood feast lay before her, black mussels and grey oysters, boiled shrimp, bright red crab claws, and the pale purple tentacles of baby octopuses. Somehow, impossibly, Lois heard her stomach growl...

Blaze stood up, laying her plate in front of Lois without a word...and unable to stop herself, the reporter began to dig in again. Salty meat slurped into her mouth straight from the shells; the crab claws were broken and dipped in a tub of liquid butter, the better to slide down her maw; Lois bit off chunks of the calamari, not even bothering with fork and knife.

She could feel her lover's eyes on her as the second meal disappeared, and Lois Lane's ears pricked up as the door opened again, waiters bringing in the second course.

"Eat, Lois," Blaze breathed. "Eat your fill. You need to feed the baby..."