Epilogue: Trapped

"Urngh," Mercy Graves grunted as she struggled to lift the bar. Lois Lane stood behind the weight bench and spotted for her.

"C'mon, babe. One more," the reporter urged.

With grit teeth, the bodyguard eased the bar down to her chest. Her biceps quivered as she struggled to raise the bar back up...inch by inch..then millimeter by millimeter...and any onlooker would have clearly seen that Mercy Graves' normally flat and toned stomach was smoother and puffier than before. Fourteen weeks into her pregnancy she was really starting to show.

"Aaagh!" The pregnant woman growled as she slid the bar into its cradle. Mercy let her arms drop, muscles sore, and closed her eyes as she panted.

"Not many women can bench two-fifty," Lois said.

"Should be two-eighty," Mercy groaned. She sat up, not as smoothly as she liked, one hand automatically going to her stomach for balance. The bodyguard frowned as she realized she had to vomit again. Lois followed her into the bathroom. The pregnant woman scowled, irritated but knowing she shouldn't say anything to upset her girlfriend. Even as she heaved her breakfast out into the toilet as morning sickness took its toll, Mercy reminded herself that this was all part of the plan.

Lois had a bottle of water for her when she came out. Mercy took it with a wordless thanks.

It had been like that ever since she had moved in. Lois hovering over Mercy. Packing cookies with her lunch. Giving her extra cushions when she sat down. Writing her little love-notes that she would leave by the coffee pot, or in her smartphone case so that Mercy wouldn't find it until later in the day. The constant inquiries about her health, the way she kept wanting to...touch Mercy. Comb her fingers through her mousy brain hair, which needed a cut. The way Lois sent her out in the morning with a kiss, and greeted her with another one when she came home.

In the cabin, it had been different. Mercy had a sort of control, then, and it was Lois who couldn't escape her attentions. Now it was...it was like it was Mercy was the prisoner. Stuck in Lois Lane's apartment. Stuck being pregnant, her body slowly getting heavier and fatter and slower. Being around Lois all the time. Having to smile, to kiss her back, to eat her cookies, to...to...

"You're upset," Lois said. Her hands went to her pregnant girlfriend's shoulders. "What is it, babe? You need to go back into the stall?"

Mercy bit back a reply. She hunched her shoulders, and Lois Lane's hands automatically started to knead at the muscles. The pregnant woman hated that Lois knew to do that, even before Mercy asked. Hated what her body was becoming, what it wanted, what it needed, it...

"I need a quick fuck," Mercy said, her voice pitched low. "Like, right now."

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just Lois Lane's strangely enhanced libido that rubbed off on her, but lately Mercy had found herself just...craving sex. In the cabin, it had all been about getting pregnant, and then later, it was because Mr. Luthor insisted she try and keep up with Lois' sex drive, which meant getting down on her knees to regularly suck the dickgirl's cock, and bending over the bed in the morning so Lois could stick her morning wood in her pussy and pound her fast and hard before work, but now it was...she had a hard time putting it into words.

Sometimes she just got so hot, and then she'd realized how wet she was...absolutely dripping, sometimes soaked through her panties. Her nipples were so sensitive they drove her wild, and even the brush of her bra inside her uniform would almost drive her to distraction. It was intolerable, and it was only getting worse as day by day she got bigger and...

"Of course, love," Lois pulled her into the stall and shut the door. "You always get so tense and irritable when you're horny."

Mercy's scowl deepened. She hated to admit it when Lois was right.

Hated herself more as they shuffled around so that Lois could sit on the toilet. The reporter's cock sprang free, and Mercy swore it looked bigger than normal...but the bodyguard didn't care. She pulled her exercise pants down, panties and all, and her cunny was an absolute swamp, sticky with her juices, and Lois held her cock in place so that Mercy could sink down onto it...and the pregnant woman's eyes rolled back into her head as that cunt-stretching cock pushed every worry and thought out of her head for one blissful moment.

Lois Lane's hands began to massage the muscles along her girlfriend's lower back, along the spine. Mercy moved at her own pace, rocked backward and forward slowly. This wasn't the time or place for a pussy-pounding, and they both knew it. The pregnant woman's fingertips began to rub at her clit, just above where her labia were splayed around that fat dick...she swore that the labia were darker and more protuberant than before, but Lois always said they were cut, liked to lick and play with them whenever she ate Mercy's pussy...and before too many minutes the bodyguard bit her lip to suppress a moan as her fingers rubbed faster and faster.

The pregnant woman could feel the edge of the climax, the anticipation and heat built up inside of her body, all the stress and tension of her spying and her normal life coming together and demanding release...yet it didn't matter how fast she rocked back and forth or jilled herself, the tired, sweating woman could feel that it wasn't enough, that she needed more to send her over the edge, she was so close...

...and then Lois Lane pressed her spit-slick thumb against Mercy's ass. She held it there, rubbed gently, one hand firmly gripped on Mercy's hip as the pregnant woman's back stiffened and body tensed, and for a second Mercy didn't want anything to change...and then with gentle firmness Lois pressed her thumb into that tight pucker and Mercy Graves shook and spasmed and sprayed a burst of pussy juice so hard that three drops actually hit the door to the stall.

Lois Lane, silent and smug, kept working her thumb in her lover's ass until Mercy slumped to her left, panting and shaken and spent...and finally leaned forward to pull herself off Lois Lane's thumb and her cock, which was still hard and hadn't cum yet.

"I think," Lois said. "Maybe we could jog home?"

Mercy's knees shook as she reached down to pull up her pants. It was barely two miles from the gym to their apartment. Lois would have a hard-on the entire time. Running behind Mercy, staring at her ass. By the time they got home, Lois would be ready to just throw the pregnant woman on the bed, caress her growing belly, and fuck her until Mercy was plastered to the sheets by sweat and cum...

...and for the first time since she had moved in, Mercy swallowed and realized she now thought of Lois Lane's apartment as "home."

"Yeah, okay," Mercy said, as she opened the stall door.