Epilogue: Truth & Consequences

Lois Lane stood before the mirror. It had been three months since she had a period.

Three months since that wild night...and all the nights thereafter.

It had taken her time. As her belly softened, despite all of her trips to the gym. As her swollen breasts continued to grow, the nipples darkening, the veins more prominent. A few of her coworkers had noticed, but hadn't said much, not where Lois could hear it. She's packed on a few pounds. Filling out nicely.

None of them knew of the nocturnal visits, every four weeks. Regular as clockwork. She hadn't even told the doctor, during her last visit.

"I don't know what to tell you Miss Lane," the gynecologist had said. "According to the test you're two weeks pregnant—the same as last month." The kindly woman laid a hand on Lois' shoulder. "It's possible you had a...spontaneous miscarriage. Very common in early pregnancy. And then, your cycle would resume, and on subsequent sexual activity, you could be fertilized again."

The doctor gave the reporter's shoulder a squeeze. "It's rare, but not unknown. All we can hope is this time nothing goes wrong." Then she had hesitated. "You...do want to continue the pregnancy, correct?"

Yes I do.

Three months, Lois knew. Three pregnancies. Only the first few weeks were carried out in the waking world. At the end of the month, when she went to sleep.... She placed a hand on the softened belly. An otherwise fit woman who had given birth might have a belly like that. Breasts swollen from pregnancy hormones, month after month...

The dreams were the key, and Lois had a deadline. A good reporter always appreciated a deadline. Late nights with pickles and ice cream and books on lucid dreaming. Guided meditation sessions, to recover lost details from previous visits. Yet there were no faces, no names, though she thought she knew now that the attendants were the four missing women...but the central figure. The one that had impregnated her. Who was it?

The calendar days were crossed off, one by one.

That night, she fell asleep with a hand laying on her soft stomach. The over-full sensation of her womb still a potent, omnipresent sensation...but her body felt so heavy...

She could feel her chest struggle to rise as she tried to breathe, as though something heavy were on it. Her hips and back ached as though she had just completed a workout on the bench press. Nothing about her wanted to move, and especially around her stomach there was just a tremendous sense of weight. So she lay on the bed, pinned down, not even wanting to open her eyes.

Instinctively, she knew there was someone in the room with her, could feel their weight on the bed, the sound of their breathing, and it set Lois' heart to thumping...and the realization struck her that she was dreaming. And that made all the difference. So she lay on the bed to wait, not even daring to open her eyes.

Familiar hands slid onto her legs. This time Lois' hands reached out and caught them at the wrists. Her eyes flew open, and she struggled to sit up, her stomach suddenly swollen and heavy...but this is just a dream. The reporter told herself. My dream. My rules.

Lois stared...into a face that reminded her of the bust of Nefertiti, wild dark hair spilling down her shoulders, jutting horns emerging from her brow; skin as red as an apple, dark and lustrous, with dark pits where two blazing white irisless eyes stared back. It was a woman...the shape of the face, the chest, the jutting breasts with their hard dark nipples...and yet not a woman. Down between the legs, as she crouched on the bed, Lois could make out the shadow of her erect phallus.

"Who are you?" The reporter's voice was suddenly hoarse. "Why are you doing this? Where are my babies?"

"I am Blaze." The red woman smiled, a curious half-smile like the Mona Lisa's. "I am here, because you invited me in—when you took the offering from my altar." Letting the reporter hold her wrists, the red woman knelt down to plant a kiss on Lois' belly.

Light dawned on Lois. "The bottle."

The demon smiled...and pressed her arms forward, until her swollen cock rubbed against the reporter's stomach. "Yesss...and now you have consecrated yourself to me. Your eggs belong to me...and I will not let you waste them, oh no. At first, I was content with a sending but now...now I come to you personally."

The demon lowered herself, and Lois could feel the head of the cock slide down her taut, rounded belly, leaving a slimy trail as it dropped to the mouth of her cunt. "Each month, I will return to claim what is mine...and to lay my blessing on you. Until you have nothing left in your ovaries."

Lois grit her teeth. She could feel the first, familiar birth pangs...and the red woman laughed as she thrust forward. The reporter screamed in rage at the familiar ache of that prick in her canal...and how her body betrayed her, moving to meet the shemale's thrusts.