End: Second Trimester

Lois Lane's stomach was doming now. Not just a sag or a drop, no pot belly covered by fat...this was high and inside, pushing her abdomen out from within. Still far to go before full term, but definitely...undeniably...pregnant.

Hmm, looks like your tits need a little work. Lots of mouths to feed.

The thought ran through Lois' mind...and then an electric shiver ran through her breasts. There was a buzzing itch underneath the skin, like ants crawling around, and a deep, dull ache that seemed to grow every moment, never lessening...and Lois marveled at how her breasts swelled.

Some pregnant women, she knew, hardly went up a cup size. Others...hormones did monstrous things to their bodies. Lois had always been rather proud of her breasts. True, they weren't large—barely a handful—but they had a wonderful shape, a half-teardrop with just a hint of sag like a 70s playmate when she went without a bra. Now...

A weight grew, on Lois' chest. Omnipresent, uncomfortable, her breasts ballooning out slowly, being drawn down inexorably by mass and gravity so that they almost rested on her rising belly. But it wasn't just that they were getting bigger, they were getting fatter. Her once palmable tits were filling out on the side, losing some of their shape, skin rising... They were half the size of Lois' head now, at least, but not sagging nearly as much as they should. It was like a second puberty...

Except the nipples and areaola had darkened to a deep, dull brown and spread out more than four fingers wide, her puffy nipples swollen huge as fingertips. Little buds had appeared ringing each teat, and as Lois watched a trickle of golden fluid dripped from them. In the fast-forward time, it looked like thin rivers leaking from some secret spring in the mountains, splashing her belly.

Lactation starting right on queue. Blaze's thoughts came through, the words carrying a tone of satisfaction.

There was a blur of motion...and then a queasy moment as reality came shuddering back into focus. Lois blinked, and could see herself blinking. Her heart beat erratically, but she could feel the familiar pulse in her chest. The reporter's lungs burned as she sucked in air...but she could feel her lungs fill and exhale. No longer was everything surrounded by the hazy afterimages. No more did her belly seem to swell with every moment.

She stared down at herself. Without the dissociation of the time dilation, the sensation of pregnancy hit her all at once. Her center of gravity had shifted, and Lois grabbed Blazes arms for support. There was pain in her lower back and shoulders, she had to pee badly, and her tits...her tits felt ready to explode. Only Blaze's cock in her cunt felt the same.

"How...how long?" Lois rasped, her voice feeling as though she hadn't used it for a long time.

"Oh, about eighteen weeks. You're into the second trimester." Blaze slid her hands down under the pregnant woman's ass. "Twenty minutes, subjectively. Although I can assure you that I felt like I was fucking you the entire time."

Lifting her entirely off of her cock, Blaze started to swivel the reporter around. Lois caught on to what she was doing and instinctively moved to help, raising her leg as high as she could so that Blaze could maneuver under it.

The whole operation took longer to describe than carry out, and at the end Blaze was sitting on the bed, the pregnant Lois on top of her. The demon's dick was in front of her pussy, rubbing against it, the purple head obscenely swollen and sticking out beyond Lois' belly button. She had to fight the urge to slide down and suckle on it.

Instead, the reporter faced forward...and saw the last of four women entire the apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Are they?" Lois asked, feeling her heart leap.

"Oh yes. You wanted to free them...to feed them. And here they are. All those lost souls. And they know why they're here, too." Hands played with Lois' hair...longer now, she realized, falling down past her shoulders. Four, almost five months without a haircut... Long, strong fingers gently combed the dark hair, weeding out the knots.

"They have to choose, you see," Blaze told her. "They can either suck your tits...and be free...or suck my cock...and remain my slaves."

Lois took a breath. She could feel the women before her waver, their addiction warring with hope. Their eyes were red, bloodshot, and beneath the makeup showed the dark bags of long sleepless nights. They were dressed like streetwalkers in cheap, revealing clothes, their knees bruised or bandaged, and Lois could almost smell their cunts from here...they didn't smell clean.

"Come here," she told the nearest on, spreading her arms out wide, jutting her chest forward despite the screaming muscles on her back. "Drink. Please!"

The first woman took a hesitant step...and then another. The last two hung back, the look in their eyes hungry...darting back and forth between the massive breasts and the swollen shaft.

Lois Lane planted her feet on the ground and, with an effort, rose into a squat. She slid forward until the head of Blaze's prick pressed against her tunnel...and then sat, letting her whole weight fall into Blaze's lap, the cock comfortably sliding back home.

The reporter tried not to think about how right that felt.

Blaze grunted but said nothing. Now cut off from their spunk source, the women came on more confidently. The first two knelt beside Lois, each one lifting a heavy tit—it took them both hands—and lowered their lips to the nipple.

Lois hissed at the sudden pressure on her already overfilled tits. The lips were sealed about her breasts, teeth biting gently into the fat of her mammaries, tongues eagerly playing about her nipples and milk ducts, sucking...and then the release.

It was an ecstasy Lois had never known. Each mouth sucked and swallowed, falling into the familiar, instinctual mode that no human ever forgot. The pressure on her tits eased by slow degrees, and the process...Lois' nipples had always been one of her most intense erogenous zones, and now she felt herself shifting back and forth on Blaze's cock as the milk flowed through her breasts into the waiting mouths.

She was on the verge of orgasm, just from milking...and as she eyed the hungry-eyed women beyond, and felt the shift of something alive in her stomach, a smile came unbidden to Lois' lips.

"I'm going to be doing this a lot." She murmured happily.