Epilogue: ...and spreads...

Lois Lane looked down at the scale. 125. Six weeks, six pounds.

"It's not even as if I've been eating different," she said, staring down at her toes. Her stomach wasn't any bigger. Which was normal. She had to remind herself it was normal. Pregnant women don't blimp out overnight.

The devil's mark had spread now. Out across her thighs and hips, crawling up toward her waist. It had to be double the size it had been a few weeks ago. Lois poked at it, but it just felt...normal. A part of her. Not even itchy.

"I'm burning pancakes," Angie said from the kitchen, a hint of smoke giving the truth to her statement. "You want any, sweetmeat?"

The reporter's tummy rumbled. Her normal breakfast consisted of a cup of coffee and maybe a piece of fruit. She had better get into the kitchen before Blaze burned the entire apartment down.

After Lois put out the stove, she was surprised to find a stack of perfectly edible pancakes on the table waiting for her. There was only one thing missing.

"Where's the syrup?" The pregnant reporter asked as she sat down and prepared to tuck in.

"I've got your syrup right here," Blaze said, pulling out her crimson cock.

Lois rolled her eyes. "Really, babe?"

But the demon was too busy shuffling her knuckles on her meet, the swollen glans pointed at the steaming fresh-fried pancakes, balls gently wapping at the edge of the table.

"Stick out your belly," Angie said, huffing, eyes fixed on the reporter's bare tummy.

"You're serious?" Lois laughed, but did it anyway. she still didn't have any baby belly worth showing, but she could flex her abs and push out her lower back...and if you were in the right mood it would almost look like she were just starting to be pregnant...

Black streams of jizz shot across the plate, great sodden globs of demonic sperm instantly soaking into the hot, spongy breakfast. Blaze grunted, sending the last rope across Lois' pancakes, then lowered the crimson cock head and wiped the tip of her dick off on the corner of the top of the stack.

Lois shook her head. Honestly, it almost looked like thick, treacle-like syrup.

"Bon appetit," Angie said, sinking into the chair opposite to watch her fiance eat. They had only just made it official, and Lois wasn't going to mention it to anyone at the office except Clark. She knew that she could confide anything in him.

With knife and fork, Lois cut up the pancake and began to delicately raise them to her mouth. The cum didn't even taste that bad. Like a salty, less-fatty butter. She knew that she'd have to clean the plate before Blaze would let her go to work, using the last bite to soak up any last trace of ejaculate on the plate.

Down below, she knew, bite by bite the devil's mark would slowly spread.