Lois Can't Stop Eating

Lois Lane moaned as a waiter set a try of steak tips before her, the insides red and soft, the outsides dark and heavily seasoned. Her stomach groaned in protest, already overstuffed, but it was so good...the warm juices flowed down her throat and Lois kept shoveling the food in her face, chewing, trying to savor it but unable to stop swallowing and moving on to the next bite.

Blaze was behind her now, hands creeping around under her shirt to grab the reporter's flat stomach.

"You know love," the devil whispered in her ear—and Lois could feel the hard tip of her erection press against the cheeks of her ass, through a gap in the chair—"If I had one little criticism of you, it's that you're so skinny. That's not good for the baby."

The plate in front of Lois was empty. She was breathing heavy, sweating. Her stomach felt painfully distended. Even as a teenager she had never been one for binge-eating, and her body was revolting at the sudden deluge of food.

"Wh...why can't I stop," Lois almost sobbed, hands on the table, trying to will herself to push away. But then the waiters put a plate of fried frog legs before her, and full as she was Lois couldn't resist picking one up, just to taste...

"Because deep down you want this," the devil's hands rubbed the reporter's belly. "Your hunger, so long denied, now unleashed. This is all you, Lois. I'm just...enabling you a little."

Lois didn't want to believe it, as she chewed through the delicious golden skin and meat, letting the bones fall to the plate with a clatter. She was so careful in her diet, almost starving herself to maintain her figure...

But you're not just eating for you, are you Lane? The reporter told yourself. You're knocked up. Most women gain weight during pregnancy, get odd cravings...just not this early. Lois blinked at that thought.

Even if she was pregnant, conception would have just happened. Her body wouldn't go into super-appetite mode just from that. There had to be something else, some other trigger for this unnatural appetite. But the only other thing she had swallowed was...Blaze's cum...

"You did this," Lois managed, **** down the last bite. She could smell something else coming up, something sweet that made her mouth water. "Your jizz did something to me."

"You can stop any time you want," Blaze hugged her close, cock pinned against the small of the reporter's back, the warm arms squeezing her gently just beneath the reporter's breasts. "It's just a matter of will. But then, if you do...you'll miss dessert."

Which is when the chef, an older man with a graying mustache, proudly appeared bearing a giant silver soup tureen filled with at least a gallon of ice cream. Lois Lane stared at it with something like horror. The mounds of scoops were covered in chocolate frosting, garnished with a drizzle of pecans and macadamia nuts, ringed about with slices of banana, strawberries, cherries...

A giant silver spoon was set down in front of her, the old man watching expectantly. Blaze's breath was hot on the back of her neck, something so erotic about it. The demon reached past Lois and took the spoon, shoveling out a mouthful, and bringing it forward to the reporter's waiting lips.

"Here comes the airplane," the demon sang. "Open up the hangar..."