Epilogue: Progressive Pregnancy Problems

At sixteen weeks, most women had stopped dealing with morning sickness. Then again, at sixteen weeks, most women could still see their feet. Lois Lane was on her knees before the toilet, emptying her guts as her wife held her hair back.

The bottom of her gravid abdomen touched the floor.

The CEO of Hermaphrodite Fertility Services fought her way back up to a standing position on her own. She had increased her workout time, determined to remain mobile as long as possible...but the weight was building. She had packed on over ten pounds per week for the last month. Not all of it was going to her belly, either. Her tits had ballooned almost overnight, and her milk wasn't even close to coming in yet. Lois had found her skirts didn't fit on her wider hips, and her ass refused to fit in her pants. The pregnant CEO had found herself **** into maternity dresses normally reserved for women at the end of their pregnancies, not almost half-way through...

...and it was going to get worse.

Zatanna had opted to join Lois for breakfast. The table in Lois and Blaze's private suite was loaded with bowls of scrambled eggs, a loaf of toasted bread, a heaping pot of porridge, four grapefruits, two bone-in ham steaks, a pitcher of buttermilk and another of coffee, sliced apples and bananas, a gravy boat filled with hot honeybutter...

"How many people are we expecting for breakfast?" Zatanna said as she surveyed the spread. Lois noticed that she kept some distance from her, moving around the room to be at least two arm-lengths away.

"According to the last ultrasound, I'm eating for nine," the reporter said grimly, as she began to shovel eggs and ham onto her plate. "What have you found out?"

"Ah..." Zatanna blinked. "Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?"

"Bad news," Lois said.

"All of the fertility idols and icons you handled are completely inert," the sorceress said.

Lois chewed her eggs as she digested this news. Blaze came up behind her and poured the reporter her first cup of coffee, and set a plate of vitamins and supplements the doctors had recommended in front of her. The pregnant woman slammed them back and drowned them in hot, fresh Columbian blend. It wasn't quite as black as they made it at the Daily Planet, but it helped.

"How is that possible?" Lois said. "Look at me! I was not this pregnant a month ago!"

"That's...kind of the good news," Zatanna said. "We think during the handling you actually absorbed all of their supernatural properties into yourself. You are a fertility idol now."

Lois Lane blinked.

"You mean I did this to myself?"

"I helped!" Blaze said. "I mean, not like that, but I'm the one that knocked you up in the first place."

Zatanna grinned. "We aren't sure whether it was the magical nature of your pregnancy to begin with, or if you just had a latent talent which was awoken by handling the artifacts—but the fact is, you now have metahuman abilities. You can absorb magical auras from objects and transfer their properties to yourself. You're a passive fertility booster. We think that physical contact between you and a non-pregnant woman could drastically increase the odds of conception...heal damage to the reproductive system...increase the chances of healthy births and multiple births...maybe even cause spontaneous pregnancies. We're not sure about that last part, it might require an act of will or faith, but it just looks like you've absorbed all the abilities of every fertility idol you handled. And you would probably absorb those of any more you touch."

The witch inched a little farther away from Lois as she gave this speech. The look she gave the reporter was not unlike that a trained nuclear physicist might give to a sample of plutonium: valuable, especially in the right application, but not something she wanted to be in close personal contact with.

Lois cut her ham steak. Her stomach growled. The babies were hungry.

"We are going to need," Lois said. "More data on my exact capabilities. Let's start a project with the Spiritual Services Initiative. We'll need to formulate some tests...see if my powers actually work the way you say they do."

The reporter brought a slab of greasy meat to her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Angie stood behind her and kneaded her shoulders.

Lois swallowed as a thought occurred to her.

"You're saying my abilities could affect anyone I have contact with?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm immune, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "You managed to draw off some of my excess magical energy while I was sleeping, but I cut that off a month ago."

"Right," Lois said. "But what about everyone else on board?"

Zatanna gave a weak smile. "That's...um. Something else I wanted to address. There's been a rash of pregnancies among the staff..."

Lois Lane sighed.

"Okay. Let's count that as a trial run. My fertility powers work. Now we just have to find a way to use them constructively, in pursuit of the mission." Lois took another swig of coffee. She paused, remembering the hug she had given Selina Kyle last week when Bruce Wayne had come by. Her swollen belly had pressed into the athletic woman's tight, toned abs.

"...and send notice to every woman I've had contact with in the last six weeks," the pregnant woman said. "They may want to get tested."

Zatanna gave a mock salute, and backed out of the room. Lois sighed, staring at the mound of food still to eat. Her figure was already ruined..and by the time she gave birth she was going to look like one of those prehistoric venus figurines with the massive, drooping tits and thighs wider than her pre-pregnancy torso had been.

Blaze's hands ran down over her wife's shoulders...down over the swollen teats to press her palms against the massive belly.

"Just so you know," Angie whispered in her ear. "I find pregnant women really sexy."

For a moment, Lois wondered if that was a power she had absorbed too...some inherent magical compulsion that drew her lover to her despite her spreading thighs and cow-tits...but as Blaze nibbled at her earlobe, Lois realized she didn't care.

She was sexy pregnant and she knew it.