Epilogue: Her Milk Came In

The sun was bright over Smallville. The summer was over, the harvest come in, and a chill was just gathering in the air.

Power Girl, AKA Kara Zor-L AKA Karen Starr dropped out of the sky, red cape flapping. She could smell the pie, set on the window to cool. Hear the cows lowing in the field. She walked across the dusty yard, enjoying the farmyard smells, and found the former Supergirl scattering dried corn to a double handful of chickens.

"Kara! There you...are..." The busty blonde felt words fail her as Kara El-Lane turned, face lighting up in a smile.

Dressed in a pair of old overalls and not much else, Power Girl could see that the young woman was still slender of limb, face thin and fit, but the rest of her...

Her belly protruded in front of her, tenting the blue fabric of the overalls, standing out at least a foot. But above that, what really caught Power Girl's attention were her breasts. The gravid Kryptonian wore no shirt beneath the overalls, blue straps digging into her shoulders, and the one-piece garment could barely contain the fat breasts which strained the fabric, extending nearly as far aout as her belly.

"...you're bigger than me!" Kara Zor-L said breathlessly, a pang of jealousy and awe in her voice.

"Well, I am eating for four..." The other Kara rubbed her belly. "And my milk came in. They're going to be hungry!"

The two women embraced, the older woman leaning over, the gravid ball of the Superwoman's belly pressing into her own stomach. Power Girl felt another, very different pang of jealousy as the pregnant dome pressed into her own empty belly.

The two Karas walked back to the house together, hand in hand. Power Girl shared all the gossip, the costume changes and hook-ups, alien invasions and revised origins, the weekly mess of the costumed hero set that Superwoman had missed during her maternity leave.

As they talked, Power Girl couldn't help but look at the younger woman's enormous rack—she wasn't even wearing a bra, the straps holding on for dear life.

Ma Kent welcomed the statuesque hero with a hug and ushered them into the kitchen for coffee and pie, fussing over the gravid Kara...never mind that the pregnant Kryptonian was still nigh-indestructible and could probably punch out Darkseid if pressed to it... Lois was apparently back in Metropolis on assignment and would be back tonight, and Ma had been baking up a storm, trying to keep up with a Kryptonian metabolism with triplets.

The former Supergirl was so big that she couldn't sit properly at the table, her belly hitting the edge...and if she didn't have the swollen stomach, the older heroine was sure, Ma Kent would chide her for letting her breasts rest on the table. Power Girl watched with fascination as crumbs dropped down into the massive cleavage, never to be seen again.

They were half-way through the third piece of pie when the old woman shook a fork at her married charge.

"Kara darling, you're leaking."

The gravid blonde looked down at her chest and flushed. There were two big wet spots on the front of the overalls. The once-flat heroine blushed slightly.

"Thanks, Ma. Kara, you want to come to the barn and help me?"

Power Girl nearly bit through her fork, but managed to mutely nod and stand up, following her alternate timeline self back out to the barn...

She doesn't have much of an ass, Kara Zor-L noted, then her brain clicked over a few notches. Wait, why are we going to the barn?

In answer, Kara El-Lane sat herself on a milking stool next to a strange apparatus with chrome steel tubes and hoses. Unselfconsciously, the pregnant blonde undid the straps on her overalls, letting her bust spill forth.

Power Girl shut her mouth when she felt the fly buzz inside of it. The younger woman had gone from pert, perky A-cups to...something else. Massive, swollen, soft sunkissed orbs that reminded her of small watermelons, sagging gently against the dome of the belly but still riding high on her chest, shot through with blue veins like marble, the dark nipples now standing out in areolae almost the size of the palm of her hand, wet white drops leaking from the milk ducts in a golden ooze...

"I tried those handheld milker things, but they just couldn't provide enough pressure for Kryptonian anatomy," the mother-to-be explained. "But the commercial milkers we use for the cows work a treat! Batman was good enough to buy us a new one, just for our use. And don't tell Ma..." the buxom blonde preggo dropped her voice "...but when Lois is gone, this is the only sexual relief I get."

Power Girl nodded numbly, suddenly feeling a flush come to her face as she fumbled with the metal nipple cups, holding them up to the other Kara's dripping tits. She had always sort of prided herself on her own large ladies, but this was...something else.

"I can't believe you're having triplets..." she said, eyes fixated on those swollen teats as the cups. The pregnant blonde moaned gently as the suction started, and Power Girl's eyes bugged out as the milk started to flow through the hose, emptying into a reservoir.

"Maybe more," Superwoman whispered, eyes closed, hand reaching down around her belly. Kara Zor-L doubted that her other-self was wearing panties, either. Probably rubbing herself right through the overalls... "If Lois and I aren't careful I could end up being pregnant for...a long time..."

The younger woman bit her bottom lip, and the older heroine felt her own pulse pound in sympathy, her pussy feeling a little damp. Then the blue eyes opened, staring directly into Kara Zor-L's own.

"We've been talking about it. If we did have more kids, we could use a...wetnurse."

Power Girl's eyes widened further. "You mean...me?"

"You are a Kryptonian. We're almost...sisters." Kara El-Lane raised a hand to her left breast and squeezed.

"But I'm not lactating!" Power Girl insisted. "I'm not even pregnant, I..."

"I could help with that," Lois El-Lane chimed in. The dark-haired woman stood at the entrance to the barn, wearing a simple grey business suit with skirt instead of pants. Something was rising between her legs, tenting the skirt.

"Hey honey!" Superwoman smiled and waved.

Lois blew her a kiss. "Hey sexy."

Power Girl turned, looking from one to the other, heart thundering and pussy so moist she was afraid it was going to soak through her costume.

"I...I mean...you're married..."

"Yes we are," Lois nodded, striding forward. The older Kara's eyes were drawn to the bulge rising between the reporter's legs. She could smell it. Like Superman but...more... "And we've talked about it. It was Kara's idea, really. You've seen what pregnancy has done for her...imagine what it might do for you."

The reporter stopped, her erection an inch from Power Girl's face, the smell almost overpowering. "What do you say, Karen? Want to join the family?"