Lois Lane & Blaze Read Cora and Cerebia Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"

In the space between the pages, Lois Lane crawled forward. Her swollen stomach dragged on the ground. Small bumps pressed against the taut surface. The naked reporter grimaced and clawed her way forward...

...until a fat red cock slapped down hard on her ass. Thicker than her wrist, the crimson cock was the color of old, dried blood. The gland was inhuman, flared like some exotic fungus, almost dark. The urethra was a Y-shaped affair that pulsed, opened and closed as if it breathed, and drizzled a thin grey pre-cum onto the reporter's back.

"According to the script," Blaze said. "I need to impregnate you with one more demonspawn for this next chapter."

The reporter paused, panted heavily. Her whole body quivered as the multiple pregnancy rapidly worked through her form. Even knowing that it was temporary, a requirement for her next "performance," Lois Lane still felt every pound that was packed onto her frame, the strange pressure that bloated her tits and made them ache, the crack as her pelvis spread to give her the flared, broodmother hips that such chapters seemed to require.

"I thought," Lois said. "We might take a break and respond to Cora and Cerebia's comments."

"We can do both," the scarlet succubus set her tablet down on the reporter's back. The stiff, swollen demonmeat ran down the crack of the reporter's ass. The puffy, flared head of the cock pressed against Lois Lane's swollen labia. For a moment, it didn't seem that it would fit...but then the demon applied a fraction of her strength, and Lois gritted her teeth as the cockhead slowly pushed through, like a harrow through well-tilled soil.

"'Mostly just dickgirls and pregnancies,'" Blaze said aloud. "Well, they have Zeebop there. Why do you think that is, sweetmeat?"

Lois Lane bunched her hands into fists. Even though she had taken this cock, Blaze's cock, in all of its shapes and sizes thousands of times already, when the writer willed it every time felt like the first time. It was too big, her cunny too tight, the mass and weight of the womb made the channel too narrow. The cock hit too deep, and Lois cried out.

"Dammit, Angie," Lois panted. "I don't have elastic orifices this time! Can't you make your dick a little smaller?"

"Sorry, sweetmeat," Blaze gave a little pat onto the swollen abdomen. "I've got to get in character for the scene too. I think Zeebop wants it up your ass this time."

The gravid reporter groaned. The things she did to earn a living...

"I suppose," Lois said, as the demon grabbed the reporter's hips and slowly squeezed more dick into the tight channel. "The dickgirl part is easy enough to figure out. You were the first choice made in the story, and you proved pretty popular. Introduce a dickgirl in the early chapters, and the same dickgirl is almost bound to be there in most of the ones that follow."

"Makes a certain amount of sense," Blaze said as she bottomed out, her bitchbreeder balls pressed tight against the reporter's swollen mons. The demon's hands came down to Lois Lane's thighs and Lois found herself tilted forward, the weight on her belly as her tits hit the floor. Helpless as a wheelbarrow as Blaze positioned herself for some long, deep strokes. "Although given that there are dickgirls in Lex Luthor's branches too, I think there's just a certain amount of fairness in admitting that Zeebop likes dickgirls too. What about the pregnancies?"

Lois scrabbled with her arms to get some leverage as Blaze began to pull out...only to slam the cock back in, hard enough that the reporter scooched forward an inch on her swollen stomach.

"I...I think it started off as...just a way to up the ante. There's...only so many places to go with porn. B-breeding provides a...good motivation...for villainous characters. And...a potential...for...character...development...oooh..."

Lois Lane's speech came out in short gasps as Blaze's plunging prick picked up speed. The demon's balls slapped against her labia, and Lois hated herself not for the pain of her gravid gut, but for how her cunny dripped and dribbled as it hugged the demonic dick that penetrated her so deeply and easily.

"I think there's probably some fair criticism in how various of the endings are similar," Blaze said. "Then again, it's hard enough writing nearly six hundred different endings. The fact that you and I end up as...lovers? Married? With kids on the way? In so many is almost a running joke at this point. Something that Zeebop has actually written into some of the epilogues as one of those bits of multiversal weirdness he likes to muck about with from time to time. Yet they're not all the same..."

Blaze smiled. "After all, in some of them I'm the one that's pregnant, and you have the cock. Or are slowly being turned into a demon. Or we're in a polyamorous threesome. Or it's a thousand years later and you're perpetually pregnant in some post-apocalyptic world. Or you're a bimbo stuck in hell. Really, quite a lot of variation...but that's the way with branches. Variations on a theme. Are you ready for a few more?"

"G-great Caesar's g-ghost!" Lois moaned her catchphrase. 'Fuck' just didn't seem appropriate for the mother to be.

The demon slammed her dick forward. It actually arched within the tight confines of the reporter's birth canal, the flared tip seemed to grip the swollen sphincter of Lois Lane's cervix. The Y-shaped urethra opened as inhuman muscles flexed, **** the cervix to dilate...and the great crimson balls rose in their scrotum as a torrent of demonic essence poured straight into the reporter's womb, where by the alchemy of plot convenience they would rapidly form a demonic fetus prop, appropriate for the next chapter.

Lois Lane groaned as her stomach painfully swelled to accommodate this new mass. Blaze squeezed her ass.

"You know, I think it was actually at least one more demonspawn," Blaze said happily. "I'd better pump another couple in you, just to be sure. Wouldn't want to disappoint the fans, right? That's what it's all about, after all. Smash that like button! Bookmark those chapters! Leave a comment and tell me how you want to see Lois Lane get fucked next!"

The reporter's arms collapsed. Her cheek landed against the bit of void that served as a floor as Blaze cheerfully pumped her womb full. There was not an inch of her body that had not been dowsed with cum, no orifice that hadn't felt the caress of a cock...even her nostrils. Even her ear. Dicks had plunged into the warm meat of her brain and splooged across her front lobes, but did anyone comment on that? No...it was all dickgirls and pregnancies, pregnancies and dickgirls...

Lois sighed.