Lois Lane Can't Fuck Anyone Else But Her

Blaze moaned, long and low and loud, as Lois Lane slid her cock into her own original—newly impregnated body.

"B-by all the gods of darkness," Blaze said when she could speak again. "It feels like you're about to rip me in two!"

"I was a virgin back there," Lois said, rubbing her former rump with one hand. She couldn't believe how intoxicating it was, seeing her own asshole stretched around her cock. The reporter had only had a dick for maybe half an hour, and already she knew she wasn't going to be able to go back. Maybe after the baby was born, they could make this more...permanent...

The pregnant woman squeezed her asshole, gently, as Lois poured a little more lube on the hole.

"Good...good..." Blaze said. "Slide it in. All the way. I love feeling so full. It's like your body was made for my cock..."

Lois slid forward. Slowly but firmly, the hole seeming to suck her in. It was different than the pussy. Tighter, less wet...and when her new testicles pressed against her cum-drenched pussy, Lois Lane found herself rolling her eyes back in her head, her whole body shivering as it felt like her new cock was about to be squeezed off.

"This cock is mine," Blaze said. "No others! Promise me, Lois Lane!"

"I promise," Lois said, as she pressed her hands against those familiar hips, drawing her cock back for the next thrust. "There's no other cunt or ass or mouth I'd want to fuck."

"You say that now, but there will come a time..." Blaze said. She sniffed suddenly. Sobbed.

Lois Lane's eyes opened wide. She leaned down, hand drawing the dark hair away from that familiar face. There were tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lois asked. "Does it hurt? Did I go to hard?"

"No, it's just these...stupid human...emotions," the pregnant woman said.

The dickgirl reporter smiled. "You'll have to get used to that. Especially once the pregnancy hormones hit."

Blaze sniffed. Lois gently kissed her shoulder.

"Turn around," the reporter said. "I want to look in my pregnant girlfriend's eyes as I fuck her ass."

"What if you meet someone else?" Blaze said as she twisted around on the bed. "I'm going to get fat. What if you get tired of fucking me?"

Lois Lane stared down at her own body. She had never been a narcissist, but it was like staring at herself starring in some pornographic film. Cum still splattered the fresh-fucked cunt, the nipples were hard, the lips half-parted, begging for a kiss...

"I will never, ever grow tired of fucking you," Lois Lane vowed. "What more can I do to prove that?"