Epilogue: Post-Baby Body

Three weeks after birth. Lois Lane shuffled back and forth, naked except for her fuzzy pink bunny slippers, as the baby suckled at her fat, crimson tits. The reporter had thought her milk had come in before...but once Lily Lane had started to latch on, Lois' milk production had gone into overdrive. Her tits ached almost constantly, and as much as Lily drank, Lois had taken to bottling the excess and putting it in the fridge. That way, when Lois did collapse into bed for a few hours of desperately needed sleep, Angie would have something to feed the baby...

Demon pregnancy had taken its toll. Lois had, under doctor's orders, taken it easy the first few weeks. Light exercise only. Keep eating to make sure milk production didn't fall off. Her crimson thighs and buttocks had filled out, and now for the first time in her adult life Lois worried about cellulite. Now that her stomach was no longer full of baby, it had left a little half-deflated pooch. Some of that was excess skin, criss-crossed with darker stretch marks, but mostly there was a little layer of fat. The scale had said 151 pounds, and Lois cursed but believed it. She needed to get back to the gym, back to running and lifting and maybe dieting...and back to work, though she had another twelve weeks left on the maternity leave, and Perry White had promised her she could work from home longer if she needed to.

Lily nodded off into a slumber, her little fangs black with the reporter's milk. Lois muttered a silent prayer that at least her nipples seemed proof to her offspring's teeth as she settled the infant back into her crib and tiptoed off.

Blaze lay asleep on their bed. Lois smiled at her demon-wife, still trim and fit where Lois herself felt like a big red cow. The reporter reached down and scratched at the black forest that had grown up around her pussy. Normally, she would have shaved it before now...except when she was pregnant, Blaze had done that...and Lois hadn't allowed her spouse near the "workplace" for some time, cognizant of Doctor Midnite's warning.

The reporter's red fingers probed deeper into the thicket of her pubic hair. Slid into her slit, which was surprisingly moist...and hot...

Almost in response, Blaze's crimson cock began to rise. Lois smiled to herself. She didn't know if it was part of the condition that had turned the Daily Planet's best reporter into a walking tomato, but during the last months of the pregnancy as the stain had spread, they had always been in tune like that. Blaze got hard, and Lois got wet; Lois got wet, and Blaze got hard. Now the half-demonic reporter slid onto the bed, in the mood to fool around...and all her worries about condoms, birth control, and Dr. Midnite's warning went straight out of her mind as she smelled Blaze's cock. Didn't the old man say that sexual activity could resume whenever the mother felt up to it? Well, mama wanted some cock in her gash.

Blaze awoke, just as Lois straddled her. The dickgirl managed to utter a bewildered "bwuh?" as her wife gripped the great crimson sphered of the demon's balls with one hand and guided the hard prick to the entrance to her cunt with the other.

"Sweetmeat," the scarlet succubus whispered. "Let me get a condom, you know the doctor said..."

"Oh fuck yes," Lois moaned softly as she sank down suddenly, the whole length of Blaze's cock within her. The reporter's eyes rolled up into her head as her plush ass settled against the demon's hard-cut abs. "Great Caesar's ghost, I missed this."

Blaze was momentarily speechless...and then she sat up, legs swinging up and over the edge of the bed, her plump and curvy wife in her lap. Scarlet hands pressed against scarlet tits, and little streams of black milke trickled out over the demon's fingers as she hungrily kissed her wife's neck.

"I'll...I'll pull out," Blaze said, her breath hot on the reporter's shoulder, her kisses burned.

"Hmm," Lois said, low but earnest. The reporter flexed her thighs, her sticky pussy leaving strands of fluid as it slid up and down the demon's dick. "Not until I cum."

"Sweetmeat, we talked about this. Your body..."

With a growl Lois twisted around on the demon's dick. Blaze winced as her wife grabbed her by the horns, those great mommy milkers thrust into the face of the demonic dickgirl.

"I said, not until I cum!"

It was different, being a parent. Every minute together was stolen time, and neither wanted to wake the baby. Both were tired, exhausted from weeks of not getting enough sleep. Lois hissed in pain as the cock pierced through still-sore cunt muscles, her abs on fire...but eager, horny desperation drove her on. Quietly they rocked back and forth, bumping and grinding their crotches together. Their kisses were hot and violent, their hands hugged and clasped...it felt to Lois like that first night, so long ago, when she had first met Blaze, when she had broken that months-long dry spell and felt that cock quiver and thrust and...

The demon moaned beneath her. Something hot and sticky oozed out of the reporter's cunny, and just the thought of that drove her on to almost spasmodic heights as she desperately humped the demon's dying erection...until she buried her face in Angie's shoulder to keep from crying out and waking the baby as a climax shook her body, and her cunt seemed like it was about to tear itself in two with the sheer **** of it...and then they lay together, Lois atop her sleek, handsome dickgirl wife, black jizz oozing out of her cunt as the crimson cock slipped out of her like some alien worm that fell out of a hole in the earth, from which crude oil flowed.

She wondered, idly, if any of her wife's sperm would make it to her womb. If there was an egg waiting there. If the cycle within her body had started again...and then her eyes fluttered heavily, and moments later they were both asleep in each other's arms, not even bothering to clean up. Knowing that soon they would awaken to Lily's cries...Lily Lane, who would almost certainly not grow up to be an only child.